Before Colombia there was Italy. And before Medellin, there was Venice.
I'll never forget the first time I walked out of the train station, right onto the Grand Canal. It was love at first site.
It was July 1998, the height of Summer tourist season, and I was on my first backpacking trip.
Part of my enamor for Venice was academic, the result of studying Italian Renaissance art and architecture for several years before in college. The rest was the thrill of discovery which drives every traveler.
Gondolas bobbed in the water, while larger motorized boats ferried passengers for a more budget-friendly fare. Actually, I didn't even pay for these water buses at first, nor was anybody on board checking.
My friends seemed less interested in this romantic, one-of-a-kind city, and after a few days, I continued on with them to Lake Como, and eventually Florence. It was in Florence that we parted ways, and I was on my own for the first time.
Almost immediately, I took the train back to Venice and spent several more days exploring the city on my own.
In the Guggenheim Museum, I ran into an art student from my college on a study abroad program. After meeting her, and picturing what it'd be like to live in Venice myself, I called my mom from a pay phone to share my excitement, as well as the desire to live there!
That experience never materialized, and while I don't necessarily want to live in Venice now, I do feel an increasing desire to go back and see the city again.
And Rome as well, which I visited after Venice. Italy's grand capital completely overwhelmed me at the time. I made it to the Colosseum and St. Peter's in the Vatican City, but neither the Spanish Steps nor the Trevi Fountain.
I could pick a base, maybe set up camp in one of the many rental apartments in Rome, and further explore the central and southern areas of the country, before heading north to Venice, and east around the Adriatic Sea to Croatia and beyond.
Rome, Naples, Pompeii, Sicily, Venice.
How can I go wrong?