In a few hours I’ll be in Venice, Italy, where if everything goes well my godson and his mother will pick me up at the airport.
It feels les surreal than I thought it would be to be back at Frankfurt Airport.
Monday night I had dinner in an Italian restaurant in the country that still cannot be named. (See: last entries). A man and a woman were singing half Italian, half English songs. The female singer was wearing a tiger dress but she was standing behind a curtain, in order I guess not to offend male customers.
From where I was seated I could see her well, and I observed her during my dinner intensely. I hope she appreciated this.