I. Murano

Approaching closer and closer on the boat,
the island opened up before her eyes, along with her imagination.

A city binded by bridges over the Venetian Lagoon.
Alive in the craft of glassblowing,
ornaments were on display in every single color she could conjure.

The hustle and bustle stopped for no one,
as locals came and left, on transport she had never seen before in the waters.
Elegant canoes with golden corners and
ruby carpets.

An island of tradition and beauty. Catalina had arrived.

Although she was apprehensive. What would she have to offer this magical place?
She thought of her tiny rural house in the hills, the comfort blanket grey life
that she had left thousands of miles behind.

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