This weekend I stepped onto boat that took me to a magical place. It was full of bright colors and twinkle lights, costumes and confetti. Venice is a fairy-tale land.
Especially at Carnevale.
This was our first big trip we took! I mean, aside from traveling the couple of thousand miles across the world to Italy, Venice was our big step outside of dear Florence. We are serious travelers now.
Venice at Carnevale is a more mysterious, grown-up version of Disneyland. Although there weren’t any rides or Mickey Mouse ears, there were plenty of people,
pretty princesses,
and kids having the time of their lives.
I couldn’t believe that people were actually dressed up, and that it wasn’t a pep rally or a movie set. This was a real festival that has been in practice for hundreds of years.
We, of course, had to join in the tradition and found masks. I felt super goofy and way cool at the same time with it on. There were some incredible masks and I never got tired of looking in all the shops.
The boys chose traditional Capitano Scaramouche (long nose) and Bauta masks.
We wandered around Venice the whole day and late into the evening. Whether resting in the sun on ancient stone steps and watching people pass by, a kid tossing a handful of confetti in my hair, or dancing under the stars with a hundred masks glittering around me, my breath was taken away by the beauty of every moment.
I think I found the most magical place on earth.
