Lola couldn't believe that they had successfully jumped onto the gondola. The narrow boat sure wasn't very big. Marco took up a lot of room and Lola buried herself in front of him as good as she could. The man with the stick or oar that was making the little boat move in the water didn't say a word to them. "Maybe he didn't see us. Could we be that lucky, Marco?" Marco made a soft growl in his throat and told her to be very very quiet. He had a lot of thinking to do. He loved his new little friend and wanted to keep her safe. He knew these waterways. People traveled from place to place on them. They would go shopping at a store and sometimes would ride the gondola until they got close to where they lived. He saw them give the man coins. Of course, they didn't have any coins they just had each other. Lola had a dream and he was determined to make that dream come true.
Lola was trembling she was so scared. Maybe this dream of hers would get them penned up again or worse thrown into the water.
"Oh no, Marco. We are going to shore. There are some people wanting a ride on this thing. We have to get off before someone throws us in the water or worse." Marco agreed. This way of travel was faster than walking to the sea, but it was dangerous. He noticed several carts that had vegetables and fruits for sale on them. It looked to him that just might work for a free ride. He explained to Lola that when the man got the gondola close to the street they would jump and start running as fast as they could. "Remember, hang on to my back as tight as you can. When I see a cart that has room for us I will jump as high as I can."
The gondolier steered the gondola close to the street shortly after. Marco said, "Hang on tight! Here we go!" The gondolier yelled. "Dogs, get out of here." Lola and Marco were going like the wind and didn't see or hear anything but the streets ahead of them.
Marco eventually slowed down to catch his breath. He was thirsty and hungry. They needed to rest for awhile. Marco had experience on the streets long before he roamed onto the palace grounds. He knew where and how to get some sausages and a drink from some of the vendors called lixae. They were loud and dirty men that would sometimes feed the soldiers. They were messy and often dropped the food they tried to sell on the streets. He heard one of them hawking his food a few feet away. He stopped in an alley. He said, "Okay, Lola. You wait here and I will get you some food. We need water too, but it will have to wait until we get closer to the sea. Now hide as well as you can in this doorway behind us."
Lola was so very scared, but she trusted Marco to take care of her. She backed up and attempted to hide but her white fur was so very white it was hard. It seemed like Marco had been gone for hours. What if he had been discovered stealing food and taken and penned up? She knew about pens. They were awful; even on the palace grounds. She saw rats and big black bugs scampering and running all about the trash looking for food for themselves. There were other dogs, rats, and even a cat. They all looked hungry. Finally Marco came holding a fat juicy sausage in his mouth. "Here you go. Now eat it as slowly as you can. It may be a long time before we find another. I have already eaten so go ahead and enjoy your supper. Don't worry about the dogs and cats. I will protect you. I think that we are close to where the ships are. I can smell the salt in the air. Your dream is about to come true if everything goes well. We do have to have water though. If it would rain we would be in luck, but the sun is shining. Doesn't look good for fresh water."
Marco waited patiently while his little friend ate her sausage. He looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. A wooden cart had just gone by. It had no driver or human around it. It was going all by itself right down the road! There seemed to be wine bottles on it and some straw. "Come, Lola. Jump on my back. We just might have a chance for a ride. I have no idea where the cart is going, but there doesn't seem to be anyone around to hurt or capture us. That girl is a servant so she won't bother us. Let's go! You wanted an adventure, this is the day!"
Lola did as Marco said, but worried where the cart was going and how in the world was it going all by itself? Was it magic?
Leonardo da Vinci smiled as he looked down from a window up above at his new invention and the little scallywags that jumped up on his self propelled cart. "Hmm, I wonder where they are off to and if those two dogs will enjoy a trip on one of the ships going to the new world...
