The hidden paths of Venice make it quite easy to lose one’s way. Each twist and turn down another alley, or over another canal confuses my search for landmarks. Admittedly I may have lost my way, because as I was earlier walking towards the original destination , I held my breath with sighs of beauty and wonder . What charm this city held!
With each step to return towards the train station from San Marco plaza , I was unsure of myself. There was no way to tell in the dimming light if I could reach my shuttle on time.
But I continued to ask strangers.
I pointed to photos on my phone of the hotel we were dropped off at. I want to go here. Each time strangers were friendly enough to offer their assistance. Without it, I would have been lost in the dark, literally. I made it with time to spare, pride in myself and the kindness of strangers .
Sometime all I can offer them is this gratitude card, hopefully they know that their assistance was deeply valued.
Grazie
It Only Takes A Smile 