Looking for a Job in the City.

We had been on the boat since 4AM. Our newfound friend, Jonathan was the captain but it wasn’t his boat. “It’s just the boat I use,” he said. “And that’s better than owning a boat. This way I am more free. And happier too.”
As Jonathan rowed us through the canals of Venice we listened to him tell us about how sometimes everything is for him: the wind, and the current. And sometimes everything is against him. “That is when I cry. And sometimes almost die.”
And certainly, after dawn, when the city came back to life, there were moments when Jonathan told us, “You can cry now if you want.”
Drunk on cheap wine and high on hash, I was rowing us through the Grand Canal, under the Rialto Bridge, dodging the massive vaporettos, the garbage boats, fighting the wakes tossed in our path.
And I just couldn’t stop laughing.

(photo: Adam Huggins)