Venice. A giant maze of bridges, tiny streets, and water. I got there in time for the Venice marathon, and, it was raining--no, it was flooding. My sneakers started leaking (and I felt a little unreasonably happy cause it was like Dr. Seuss said: Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. Oh! The places you'll go!) I had to buy galoshes off a Spanish girl as she was leaving the youth hostel. 'Will you need that in Spain?'
I did nothing but get lost in this place. 'How do I get to Piazza San Marco?' It was always 'Left, right, right, left, bridge, left, left, right,' or, 'I don't know, I'm lost as well!'
In the evening, Venice glows--I spent my night chasing orchestras at the square. Jon and I have this fixation for watching people do something they love. I saw it in the musicians that night. There weren't many people watching but they danced and they played and they made music. They were playing for themselves, and I always enjoy seeing people enjoy what they do. It almost makes me fall in love a little with them.
"Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.”
I wish I could talk to you more about Venice. The fixation with pseudo-invisibility and masquerades, and how I looked in this mirror and realized that my camera was, in its own way, my mask.
Maybe it'll take me to Carnivale one day.
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Also, did you notice? Yellow Adventures is now http://blog.hannah.ph :) All the Facebook feedback from all the past posts got deleted though :(
Anyway this is my new space on the internet now! It looks the same but there'll be a lot of changes soon as I get the time to fix it!
Hope all is lovely where you are (I'm currently in Manila, not Venice, btw)
xo
Hannah