Slow Down for the Low Down

Apart from a rainy and restful stop in Ljubljana, this roadtrip has been a one-night-only show in each stopover town. Life on the go is progressive but not good for the soul. I pitch a tent here, buy food there and pack-up after breakfast. While i couldn't be sure of the day or date, at least i can tell you what i've had for dinner each night. After all, food is important and you are what you eat.

If that really is the case; i'm rich, creamy and i'll leave you wanting more.

Venice and it's surrounding mainland are ideal for some stopping, relaxing and pitching up but not taking down. The famous city is a calming and picturesque 30min water-bus away, the beach is visible from the tent and fresh fruit and veg are everywhere.

Welcome to Italy.

Tourists amble. Gondola drivers sing and look cool in stripes. I admire the view.

Venice is a painting. The sparkling blues and greens of the water dance in sunlight. As evening approaches and the sunset begins it's own grand show, those same colours make love to the warm shades of reds, oranges and lilacs of the buildings. I'm a voyeur enjoyer.

My dad always told me to keep my wits about me when in another land. I love a nice pair of wits. Here i have all the wits and pieces i need. Now my wits also include my best "bonjourno", "ciao" and "grazie mille". Why simply thank someone when you can thank them a million with an extra two syllables?

Internet cafe time is up.

I'm off for another gelato.

Peace, Love & Calories...

-Glenn x