Just Beyond My Reach 28Chapter 29: The Four Lessons (Part I)
Lesson 1: Business First. Wants Later
It was sad to me when we arrived at Venice that evening, the sun shining lightly over the mountains across the sea, the sea that I would soon be crossing. The boat leaving for the trip around the Adriatic Sea would be leaving in a few days, so that gave us some time to stock up for the ride over. That night, Tamair payed for an Inn, which was odd considering that I had never before slept in a place where I had to pay for it. It was rather nice, actually, despite the fact that others had slept in the little room before we had.
Since we had slept on the way over, we weren't exactly tired. It's probably a good thing that Venice is a big town and it wouldn't look so suspicious if a few people were walking around at night since there were many others. After a moment of discussion, we decided to go through the city to get some supplies and something to eat. For some reason, Tamair insisted that I wear a scar
Just Beyond My Reach 27Chapter 27: The Bittersweet Reality
Tamair's plan was to have us board the boat in Venice and from there, we'd travel across the Adriatic Sea, tagging along all the stops along the middle-east coast until we reached Acre in Israel. From there, we'd either get horses and ride over to Jerusalem, or we might even have to walk.
I should have taken the misfortune of our ride to Forli as a sign that I needed to stay in Italy. We rode all night and I might have dozed off a few times up on my horse, but somehow I managed not to fall off. I wasn't sure how he did it, but Tamair never once looked tired the entire ride. Perhaps he had slept all day beforehand. In any case, I was envious of him. We didn't speak much on the ride, and the trip took a little longer than I was used to because we allowed our horses to slow to a walk, which was probably what was lulling me to sleep in the first place.
When Florence came into view, we continued right past the sleeping city and I felt a longing to stop an