Traveling has always been a dream of mine. As a child, I wanted to be an airline attendant just so I could cruise the skies to unlimited destinations. At the age of 17, I was able to obtain an application for a travel academy. I don’t recall how I obtained it or where. My parents were not thrilled about it and since I was a minor they didn’t sign the parental authorization.
Life continued and eventually took a different course – marriage, children – there didn’t seem to be time for traveling or it wasn’t in our budget. That was until a tragedy struck my family which changed my perspective in life. My oldest son, then 20-years-old, was tragically killed in a pedestrian accident. He was a sophomore in college. He was a good son, didn’t drink or smoke. With this I realized that life is short and I cannot take anything for granted. It doesn’t matter if we’re good or bad, fat or skinny, pretty or ugly, sick or healthy, rich or poor, if it’s our time there’s no stopping it.
My son had always been fascinated with Venice. The “streets of water” as he would say as a child, was a place he wanted to visit. A few months before his death we were watching a documentary on Venice and he commented on how he would, one day, travel to Venice. Unfortunately, he did not live to fulfill that dream. But I vowed that I would make that trip for him and so it begins.