Today I dreamed of Venice. I had never been to Venice during Carnevale di Venezia but for some reason, some weeks ago, I found myself transiting through this great city and arrived in the middle of the Carnevale spirit. Venice in the winter is something incredible. If you fly into Venice on a clear day, you are struck immediately by the silhouette of the fish that is Venice from high above – stretching all the way from the Arsenal to the Piazzale Roma. Upon arrival, there is a new walkway at the airport that takes you from the terminal building to the ferries and motor boats. From there, after usually a little bit of chaos, you find your boat and sail across the wide lagoon. Looking back beyond the airport, the snow capped Dolomites are a stunning sight like the backdrop in a theater. You pass San Michele Island before entering the small canals that lead into the main artery of the Grand Canal.