Fearless Writing Challenge, Day 70: The Time I Got a Standing Ovation in Venice 

I’m planning to do a few posts about some of my favorite trips over the years, and tonight I am starting with a little story about my trip to Venice in 1997.

After I graduated with my master’s my then-husband and I took a six-week trip to Italy and France. #dreamvaca

While we were in Venice we decided to go to a Vivaldi concerto. Vivaldi is my favorite composer and he is from Venice, so it was a once in a lifetime opportunity that we had to take advantage of. #theredpriest

[Side Note: The group we saw is called Interpreti Veneziani, and they tour the US from time to time, so if you ever get the chance, I highly recommend seeing them! I was lucky enough to catch them right here in town, at UCSC, one year and they were just as incredible as I remembered them to be. #teamvivaldi]

After the ah. ma. zing. concerto, we walked back to our hotel and stopped for a gelato along the way, of course. #wheninvenice


I was wearing a wrinkle-resistant, travel-friendly red dress that was simple, but flattering.

Very flattering, apparently.

It was late, maybe 10 p.m. as we strolled the cobbled streets towards our hotel, enjoying our gelatos. To the right were several restaurants, with outdoor seating so everyone could enjoy the summer evening.

We walked past a long table of men – do they do bachelor parties in Italy? – and as we did, they all stood up and applauded.

At first, we looked around, wondering what they were clapping for, and then we realized it was me. In my red dress. 

I’m sure my face was as red as my dress at the time, but now, when I recall that summer night in Venice, I do so fondly.


Buona Notte, 



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