Yes, it has been raining a bit. Just a bit. Nothing big or long lasting. So here are a few things I have been enjoying.
I know this is normally a summer salad but I had the pomodoro (tomato), buffalo mozzarella, the basil and it just happened for lunch on a rainy Friday afternoon.
Saturday morning I set out for my local Punto to get a few things I wanted….note did not say “needed”.
Yes, the sun was making a valiant effort to appear.
In Punto the local Senoras were very helpful in finding what I needed. I was standing in front of the canned/tinned Pomodori (tomatoes) and could not figure out which was “passata di pomodori” that I needed for my tomato and rice soup. Found rice the only problem there was which one and figured it out. So I turned to the lady next to me…had it written down so she didn’t need to try to understand my bad Italian pronunciation (I do fairly well with words I have heard…not so good with ones I haven’t) and she picked up a bottle of what I had bypassed as being tomato juice. No it is exactly the pureed tomatoes I need. Note: this is not the same as “tomato puree” you buy in a can in the states. So one last thing…I could not find the sugar. I know the word, I know what it should look like but went up and down the aisles and could not find it. A kind white haired lady walked by me and I said “Scusi, Senora, Dove il zucchero?” and she said something that I took to mean “follow me” so I did. And there it was….next to the wine. Last place I would have looked. Actually I never would have looked there. It reminds me of when I lived in Grenada, BWI…they put things where they had room and that is what they do here. Makes shopping even more of an adventure. Do you think I’m spending too much time in the grocery store? No more than I would in Seattle. But there I would be in a car, going from store to store to get the best deals. This is much more fun and I’m walking, in the fresh air, in Venice!
One of the two bridges to home.
Cross the bridge, down the calle, slight left through the campo and right over my bridge…around 10 minutes depending on how fast I am over the bridges.
No that is not my laundry…it belongs to the people upstairs.
Home: That’s my door at the end of the railing
I was only back for a little while when I got a text from Karen wondering where I was because the water was rising in Dosodoro (where she was) and it looked like it was getting high even though the siren had not sounded. I called her back (I dial faster than I text) and said I had been out but now I was home and said there was no high water here. Then I looked out the window….up to the bottom of the water door. So it had come up a lot just since I had come in. That’s okay, if I need to go out again I can wait for the tide. She said she was surprised that they had not sounded the sirens because it seemed at least 110 cm to her. As everyone in Venice knows “they” have been wrong before. Probably will be again.
The photo above was taken around 12:30 pm.
Sunday, I’m easing into my day and reading my friend’s blog. She says other friends have told her it is raining in Venice. I respond, I just got up, let me look out the window, nope, not in my little corner of Castello.
Later another post from her that her friends insist it is raining, still not raining here but since the forecast was 10% chance of rain and they are in San Polo…well, that could be the 10%.
I could tell it was cold though so here is me…getting ready to go out…with coat, hat, gloves…
And yes, that hand had a glove on it outdoors….except when taking pictures. Photo in the mirror trick.
Cruise ship being towed to port. Not as much of a giant as many.
Someone’s yacht…don’t know who…don’t care
For those of you who have not been to Venice, the inside of the vaporetto. No outside seat for me today. And for those who have expressed concern..yes, they do carry life jackets (note box under seat)….highly unlikely that you would ever need it.
Even the dog is wearing a raincoat
Colored gondolas through the rain splattered window of the vaporetto
Making a living on the water
Even in the rain and cold there is someone who needs a ride in a gondola
Water is rising
Elevated walkway in place to Rialto Mercato vaporetto…will I need it?
Don’t walk too close…you really can’t see the edge of the fondamenta very well and may end up in the Grand Canal.
I thought of going boot shopping…but then again, maybe not. I doubt if they have the leopard print ones in my size and I won’t buy the ugly green ones….unless I really, really need them.
Look! Blue sky!
Here comes my boat
Even lovely young ladies can work on the vaporetto
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Do you thing you would be allowed to bring your tree home on the Seattle City Bus? Nooooo!
This style of jacket and coat is very popular here.
When it rains the rain gear appears in the shops. This one is on the corner where I turn into Calle de L’Arco
It was a pretty picture. No I didn’t tip the pigeon…not even into the canal.
Water in my Rio when I came in….pretty high but I never got my feet wet….just the bottoms of my shoes from the rainy wet calles.
And for those of you who have been concerned that I have not mentioned buying one scarf…that dry spell ended today…in a little shop on the Riva right near where I turn to come home. She had some beautiful designs. I got two…20 Euros…I could have done better if there wasn’t a cruise ship in port. But they are beautiful and worth it and would cost a lot more in Seattle for nice ones like these (yes, we have “knock-off” scarves in Seattle).
And I did not forget to replenish my stock of Clementines…although I learned here you say “clementeenay”.