This weekend was filled with festivities. I went to Venice Carnivale with my friends on Saturday. My first impressions of the city were not wonderful. It was a rainy and terribly cold day when we got there. It is impractical seeing as you have to take a boat everywhere you go. It is a very Italian mentality to take three hour to go to the grocery store. I would feel trapped there if I lived there. However, as the day progressed I felt more at ease and felt more enchanted by the gondolas and narrow streets with crowds of masked strangers and tinkle lights. I guess the biggest surprise after buying my mask (which I was horribly particular about) and seing the beautiful glass jewlery, was the way people interacted with one another. Through crowds of children dressed as chickens and adults in renissance clothing holding modern umbrellas, I saw a real comrodery. I am sure that it might have had to do with the confetti and wine buzz many were feeling but overall standing in a heard, watching a play in Italian (which I could not understand)I felt really far away from America.
This did not necessarily mean I was far from home, Home is just what you make it , and a feeling you get it could be from people or a plae but I felt connected and far at the same time. Under a sea of confetti, feathers, and lights I found myself finally alone in Italia.
Yours,
Michal
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