My ancestral home (I wish)

I am not sure there are too many places in the world where you catch a waterbus to get to the train station. We left the lovely Hilton Molino Stucky by waterbus. It really does feel so decadent standing on the bus as it floats along the Venetian Grand Canal. It is the public bus, but oh feels so much grander. A few steps from the waterbus to the station and onto the fantastically comfortable Trenitalia train. The trip to Pisa was very easy across the lovely Italian fields. The quintessential pine trees, olive groves and vineyards out the window. Cousin Ken, you will need to find some Italian ancestry in my background as I just love being in Italy. It really feels like home. Every time I visit I have this mad desire to pack up, find a lovely Italian village, become a novelist and live here under the Tuscan sun.