Today was a noticeably windy day here in Newport.
Cruises were a bit more "athletic" than usual.
It was one of those days when you leave the lagoon, and before you can even start to turn the boat towards the canals, you've been blown a half-mile down the harbor. The kind of day when a gondolier really earns his pay.
Some time ago, I coined the term "windfight". Sure, someone else probably invented the term well before I was born, and I'm sure the Venetians have dialectic terms for all twelve different kinds of struggles against air blowing in a challenging direction. Whatever the case, today my fellow gondoliers and I had plenty of "windfights" to work through.
It was a great day - the kind of day when you feel alive, and when the wind tries to dominate you, you discover your inner caveman and hit back with your biggest club.
Yep, "That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger"
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