Waterproof shoes are surprisingly handy. You buy them thinking, damn this is a crazy investment. The sales guy tells you, "It will be worth it. One day you will be laughing at everyone else with wet feet and think, that sales guy was right." Today was that day.
But I'm getting ahead of myself a little. I think the more important thing to talk about is my new "read it forward" idea. Yes, i know that this phrase does not exactly make sense. But I'm also pretty sure that you figured it out. This summer I have been reading my books and been unable to keep them with me do to a shopping addiction that has lead to not one extra inch of packing space. So I finish them, write a little note on the inside that I think sums up the idea of the book, or relates in some way...and then I pass it on. I generally do this back home, especially with Pam, but here I don't know anyone who reads in English. The first book I finished I left at a house we were staying with figuring it would be snagged by the future au pair. The last book I left outside of the train station in Venice. I refuse to believe the possibility that these books are simply thrown away by the local garbage man. These books definitely change lives.
So, today I was wandering Venice da solo, as usual (alone, for you non italian speakers...aka everyone- why did i chose to study italian again?). I wandered right into the pouring rain, which inspired some beautiful italian dances of people leaping from shop to shop to stay out of the weather. I had remembered to wear my rainproof REI shoes (best store ever), and was feelin pretty good about that in the rain. It let up, and I wandered toward the main square where I noticed some strange activity. People cleaning their feet...what are these freaks doing? I've never seen so many foot fetishes in one place...how odd. After exploring the beautiful church San Marco's Basilica (that guy loved his bling, even after death), I wandered toward the main area of the square. Oh whats this?? The square is under water. About 2-3 inches, to be exact. The number of bare-footed people fondly reminded me of Santa Cruz. I began to treck through carefully and then looked down at my feet....
WAHAHAHA bitches, ive got waterproof shoes?? Who's laughing now....ME! Thats right, I am cracking up all by myself in Venice. I don't care, my feet be drrrrryyyyyyyy. and yours be wet. HA.
My feet, repelling all the dirty water all around. Staying happy, even in the rain. Why aren't there waterproof shoes for life? I could really use some right about now. I would love to repel all of the ickiness, all of the unwanted and just stay warm and dry in my own little Caitlyn Hut. Ooh, a waterproof Caitlyn Hut. I hear the sound of large sums of money being thrown in the air, or swam in in a bathtub. Better yet, a hot tub.
You know you love teriyaki chicken....
Ti amo <3
Cait
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