As I get monthly offers to join AARP, I am trying not to face the facts, what name am I to give it? Senior reminds me of high school. I think Old, while succinct, is too small a label, besides 60 is the not so very old for my generation. The Husband prefers Portland's own term- Honored Citizen. I am thinking of going with Baby Boomer Bucketlister. I can start the list with this: one of my most intoxicating, exultant periods of life was a week spent in Venice with The Husband in October 20 years ago. Romantic, redoubtable Venice.
We would find a favorite spot vowing to return, but never able to find it again, as if it had gotten lost, not us.It is a rare experience to walk Venice in the fog, sinister & seductive. I think about our time there when I spot the 18th century Ex Votos on our mantle that we found in a tiny shop in the Dorsoduro, near The Guggenheim.
On my Bucket List: Venice during the Holidays. Venice in the snow, empty of Americans, German & Japanese. I want to see it snowing in Venice before I am done.
Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I,
I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.
My coffee gets cold as I'm staring in throws
At the snow that keeps falling outside.
& traveling light is a curse & a blessing
For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.
So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain
& I'm writing your name on the clouds.
And see you in London or maybe in Paris.
Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.
& maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice
& I will be on my way home.
Oh la Venezia
Mi fa cosi bene
Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare
Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve
Non c'e' proprio niente che mi posso mancare
Maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice
& I will be on my way home
Elizibeta
2011
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