Fusina, Blonde on the Bus

Who said there are no cute blondes in Italy! As we rode the bus from Fusina to Venice, two different times we were pleased to see this beautiful, cheerful passenger.

We have spent the night in Fusina two or three different years, and onetime our campsite neighbors included people from Finland who were pleased to see pictures of our daughter-in-law, who was born in Loviisa, Finland. One year we parked next to Ross and Barbara, New Zealand Kiwi farmers, “friends” who had camped next to us for a few days in Florence the previous week. We exchanged eventide visits, with interesting conversations. Many times we felt like we were “lifelong” friends with people we met a second time, after meeting them for the first time, just “last week.”

One year the passengers on the bus from Fusina to Venice included several Filipino men, crew members of a ship docked nearby. A very short, very round young man was wearing a heavy shirt imprinted with the colors and name of the professional basketball team, “Los Angeles Lakers.” When I suggested he was too short to be a basketball player, his friend remarked, “He’s the basketball.”