“What do you mean that you don’t have my luggage?” Jason Brown shouted on his IPhone.
“I transferred….to Hotel Danieli…” the phone fell silent.
“Ugh… Damn this network. There is no signal anywhere in Italy.” He said with a hint of fear appearing on his face.
The sky was a mellow orange over ‘Don’s Fresco’ and the setting sun created a mesmerizing effect on the water in the canals of Venice.
Jason hurriedly finished his mocha coffee and quickly left after throwing a tip on the table.
“Wonderful, now I am stuck in this city without my passport.” He muttered to himself.
He hired a water taxi and guided the driver to his hotel.
“This is the street, signor.” The driver said putting his hand forward expecting his payment. “That would be 25€.”
“Are you sure this is the right street? It doesn’t seem familiar at all.”
Jason asked.
“Si, it is the Piazza San Marco.” He said monotonously.
“Alright then, here’s your 25 bucks.”
“Grazie.”
The water taxi noisily sped away and Jason started searching for his hotel.
He took out a piece of paper on which the name and address of his hotel were scribbled.
“Umm… let’s see… Hotel Danieli on….what’s this….Riva Degli Schiavoni.” He blurted out loud while squinting to make out the words properly.
“Looks like I will have to ask someone for the directions.”
He spotted an elderly man seated at a café nearby.
“Signor… do you know which way Riva Degli Schiavoni is?” he asked impatient for an answer.e stranger said nothing still busy with his newspaper and pointed towards a street with his finger.
“Thank you sir.” Jason said as he dashed away in the direction of the street.
He admired the scenery as he walked past the Basilica di San Marco. Thousands of tourists were wandering around the front of the church. Some taking a tour, some clicking photos and some just strolling.
I should be there having fun rather than finding my damn passport. He thought.
The sun was swiftly setting overhead and the night just seemed to approach.
It was not much time before Jason came to the Riva Degli Schiavoni.
“Now I just need to find where hotel Danieli is.” He muttered looking around for directions.
“Umm. Do you know where Hotel Danieli is? He asked a young man standing nearby.
“Perdono.” He said removing his headphones.
“Hotel Danieli, do you know where it is?”
“Hmm… stupido” he said putting his headphones back on.
Queer guy. I asked him a question. He wondered moving on.
“Umm do you know where hotel Danieli is?” he asked a gentleman in his young 50s.
“It used to be there.” He said pointing towards a recently renovated building.
“Thanks”
‘Used to’. Italians really need to work on their English. He wondered approaching the building.
“Is this the Hotel Danieli? There’s no board outside.” He asked the man at the front desk.
“Was” he replied without looking up from his work.
“Pardon me?” Jason looked perplexed.
“It was Hotel Danieli.” He replied this time facing Jason.
“What do you mean?”
“Hotel Danieli was shut down in 1983 due to financial crisis. This is no longer Hotel Danieli.”
https://creativehappinessjournal.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/lost-in-venice/
“I transferred….to Hotel Danieli…” the phone fell silent.
“Ugh… Damn this network. There is no signal anywhere in Italy.” He said with a hint of fear appearing on his face.
The sky was a mellow orange over ‘Don’s Fresco’ and the setting sun created a mesmerizing effect on the water in the canals of Venice.
Jason hurriedly finished his mocha coffee and quickly left after throwing a tip on the table.
“Wonderful, now I am stuck in this city without my passport.” He muttered to himself.
He hired a water taxi and guided the driver to his hotel.
“This is the street, signor.” The driver said putting his hand forward expecting his payment. “That would be 25€.”
“Are you sure this is the right street? It doesn’t seem familiar at all.”
Jason asked.
“Si, it is the Piazza San Marco.” He said monotonously.
“Alright then, here’s your 25 bucks.”
“Grazie.”
The water taxi noisily sped away and Jason started searching for his hotel.
He took out a piece of paper on which the name and address of his hotel were scribbled.
“Umm… let’s see… Hotel Danieli on….what’s this….Riva Degli Schiavoni.” He blurted out loud while squinting to make out the words properly.
“Looks like I will have to ask someone for the directions.”
He spotted an elderly man seated at a café nearby.
“Signor… do you know which way Riva Degli Schiavoni is?” he asked impatient for an answer.e stranger said nothing still busy with his newspaper and pointed towards a street with his finger.
“Thank you sir.” Jason said as he dashed away in the direction of the street.
He admired the scenery as he walked past the Basilica di San Marco. Thousands of tourists were wandering around the front of the church. Some taking a tour, some clicking photos and some just strolling.
I should be there having fun rather than finding my damn passport. He thought.
The sun was swiftly setting overhead and the night just seemed to approach.
It was not much time before Jason came to the Riva Degli Schiavoni.
“Now I just need to find where hotel Danieli is.” He muttered looking around for directions.
“Umm. Do you know where Hotel Danieli is? He asked a young man standing nearby.
“Perdono.” He said removing his headphones.
“Hotel Danieli, do you know where it is?”
“Hmm… stupido” he said putting his headphones back on.
Queer guy. I asked him a question. He wondered moving on.
“Umm do you know where hotel Danieli is?” he asked a gentleman in his young 50s.
“It used to be there.” He said pointing towards a recently renovated building.
“Thanks”
‘Used to’. Italians really need to work on their English. He wondered approaching the building.
“Is this the Hotel Danieli? There’s no board outside.” He asked the man at the front desk.
“Was” he replied without looking up from his work.
“Pardon me?” Jason looked perplexed.
“It was Hotel Danieli.” He replied this time facing Jason.
“What do you mean?”
“Hotel Danieli was shut down in 1983 due to financial crisis. This is no longer Hotel Danieli.”
https://creativehappinessjournal.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/lost-in-venice/
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