Memories...

Yup, that's what I have left. And the hope of returning to Garda soon, to hear the rustling of ducks in the reed beds, the leap of the midnight fishes and the distant boom of church bells drifting across the lake.

I've spent most of the day resting. Back to work tomorrow. Ugh.

Glad that I was not in Venice the day a cruise liner lost control and bashed into the harbour walk, crashing into a tourist boat. I WAS on one of the tourist boats. Those floating hotels called cruise ships don't belong in towns. They're too big, and the risk of injury too great.