“Flood alert,” a man said as he passed by.
Flood alert? A bit of panic rushed through Joy.
“Don’t worry. It happens all the time. Do you have your boots?” a woman said, pointing to Joy’s bag.
“Boots?”
The woman smiled, then walked off toward the elevator.
In a panic, Joy rushed down the stairs and toward the concierge’s desk in the lobby.
But before she could ask about the flooding, Tony approached carrying two pairs of bright orange booties that tourists used to cover their shoes during flooding.
“Here you go.” He handed her a pair.
“Hey.” Joy stared at him in wonder. “How did you—”
“I read about the sporadic flooding of Venice and bought these the other day.” He sat on a bench in the lobby and put his booties over his shoes.
Joy joined him. “I had no idea I’d need these.”
“It mostly floods in the spring and fall months.” He chuckled. “And it’s sort of a rite of passage to experience it as a tourist.”
Tourists all around them rushed into the hotel lobby to sit and slip on their booties over their shoes so they could resume their walks through Venice.
“Here.” Tony crouched down before Joy. “Let me help you.”
With gentle hands she’d long forgotten, Tony placed each bootie over her shoes. Joy watched him carefully adjust the bootie over each foot before raising them to her calves.
“They fit.” He looked up at her with smiling eyes.
“They sure do.”
He stood, then took her hand. “Here we go.”
Together they braved the flooded piazza on their way to the restaurant at the Hotel Metropole. Because the water reached above their ankles as they waded through, Joy had to hold her pants legs up. Tourists stood in the piazza and took photos of themselves in the water as well as the nearby basilica.
“It’s cold,” Joy said as she waded through the water.
“There’s a walkway that leads us out of the water.” Tony pointed. “This way.”
He squeezed her hand as he led her through the growing crowd.
The familiarity of her hand in his comforted Joy.
As they walked, he spoke of Milan, Tuscany, and the train to Venice. He described the countryside so vividly, it was like being there.
“And the food. Don’t get me started.” He shook his head. “The best.”
Joy just listened.
“How was Rome? Jaime told me how much she enjoyed it.”
“It was magical.” The memories made her smile. “And the food . . .”
“I bet.” Tony gestured. “We should take the train to Rome for a day visit. Spend the whole day seeing the sites.”
Joy shrugged. “I’ve already seen it.”
He let go of her hand.
She bit her upper lip, knowing she’d offended him. He’ll get over it. “So where’s this hotel?”
Tony found a bench and removed the orange booties, tossing them into a nearby trash bin. “Up ahead.” He walked off again.
Joy wanted to take her booties off, too, but knew she’d better keep up with Tony’s stride.
Minutes later, they stood in line to get into the restaurant crowded with people. The clanging of dishes, music, and chatter of guests rose above the crowds.
But the scent of wisteria caught Joy’s attention. Above them were balconies adorned with pots of geraniums. The wisteria climbed all over the wrought iron balconies. How romantic. She removed her booties and tossed them.
“They have our table.” Tony took her arm and led her through the crowd to a table in the back.
Joy sat and exhaled. It had been a long day. “This is a nice table.”
“Wine?” Tony asked as he waved to the waiter.
“Sure.”
