Una
notte a Venezia
Waking up in the dim
light of the hotel room, with the sun being blocked by the heavy velvet
curtains, the memories of last night come back. Are they memories, or was it a
dream? Looking back, it feels unreal, like a Cinderella kind of story.
We found it amusing to
dress up in evening gowns and high heels, and like teenagers on prom night,
kept having our picture taken in the hotel lobby by the guys at the reception –
who clearly found US amusing.
As if the string quartet
hadn’t been enough, an opera singer entertained us during the second part of
the dinner.
I quickly gave up trying
to figure out which of the wines served in the various crystal glasses in front
of me (right next to the hand written name tag) was supposed to be consumed
with which dish. I have an instinctive adversity against wasting food (and
beverages), so as the waiters kept refilling my glasses, I kept trying to empty
them. Which just served to make the evening appear all the more magical.