Venice has captured teenage daughter’s heart. She, like me, is drawn to places near water (cannot live inland too far) and the pull of the ever-next alleyway is like the promise of new gelato flavors every day. I am charmed by this town but cannot feel the steady beat of it’s residences’ hearts…there are so few of them. It’s a history lesson and a few lovely meals but, in truth, a majority of the residences are dark and unused. Even that has an allure. Tomorrow we lug our bags (packed too much for cool and rain and got – I should not complain – warm and sun) to the train station for the great roman adventure 2010. Ciao Venezia. Molto Bene!