I'm in Venice right now for a month, except I'm 23, far less independent and being paid (poorly). This paragraph really resonated with me: "Venice was terribly lonely, like midnight painted over, a dead empire sinking in wet stones. It belonged not to any of us but to the wrinkled brown grandmothers who had pushed carts over cobblestone for the last half-century. It was a sinking city, as scary as it was beautiful, romantic only because it made you cling to your visions in order to keep from feeling lost." Beautiful stuff.