words and pics about living and raising a child in Venice
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sandro pauses to check out the bassa marea (low tide) on his way home from school recently. A way home from school that bears no resemblance to the one I took growing up in California, that his mother took in Iowa, or that he would have taken in his birthplace of Asheville, NC or in our previous home in Brooklyn, NY.
The fact that after two years here such surroundings as these have all become so natural and normal to him only serves to make them even stranger to me.