I’ve picked up a few quotations from social media, which help in some way to try and encompass what I feel about Venice. I’ve scattered them about this short but musing blog.
There are two kinds of Venetians, those who are born in
Venice, and those who become Venetian in their hearts.
Kathleen Ann Gonzalez
I wasn’t born in Venice but it is the fatherland, the place where it all began, and the place where I discovered who I am. Most, if perhaps all, Venetians would say I am not one of them, but it is thanks to finding Venice in my genealogy that I worked out who and what I am, and where I fit in. From this I found a purpose that many people never realise. And for that alone I am truly grateful.
I cannot describe what that city means to me or how it makes me feel. It’s not something you can put into words. If you’ve truly taken your genealogy into your heart, and if you’ve become so immersed in your family history that you become it, and it becomes you, then maybe you will understand what I am talking about. It’s not something I can put my finger on, and if you don’t get it, I cannot help you.
Being an authentic Venetian is a state of the soul,
a mix of love for Venice and a peculiar mix of exuberant
vitality and intellectual wit.
But every time I make that trip of nearly 2000 miles it feels like those early heady days when you’ve met a new love. You feel that passion rise up inside every time you think about them, every time you know a meeting is near. When you leave, it feels like you’ve lost a piece of yourself, like your heart is quite literally breaking. This is Venice to me. And tomorrow that emotional rollercoaster begins again.
It is always assumed that Venice is the ideal place for a honeymoon.
This is a grave error. To live in Venice or even to visit it means
that you fall in love with the city itself. There is nothing left
over in your heart for anyone else.