The house dates back to the 17th century, like most of the other building around here. Fields and woods surround the house. There are hills and valleys as far as you can see. Sometimes at dusk you can spot animals like deer and wild boar. Sometimes driving down the road you will come across a herd of sheep strolling along. This has happened to us several times.
A few days ago, we went by train to Venice, or as it’s also called, the City of Bridges, the City of Light, City of Water, Queen of the Adriatic Sea. There’s water instead of roads. Boats take busloads of people around. Even the taxis are boats. It’s so cool!!!!
And immediately we got lost. Truth is you really can’t say you’ve been to Venice without also saying you got lost. The streets are like little haunted alleys in a maze. You turn the corner and you say to yourself, I’m sure I’ve been here before, then you turn another corner and say, I was just here!! Being lost was fun in a way, but it was also getting cold and dark, and after a while I just wanted to get back home to the apartment we were renting for the night.
Venice is also called the City of Masks. Ah yes, masks. They are part of the history of the city. In the past, wearing masks was the way of keeping people equal, rich and poor, important and not important.
While we were there, my parents very kindly signed up me and my brothers for a mask-painting class. We started by choosing a blank, white mask from many different shapes and styles. Then the instructor showed us some techniques to paint the base two colors that blend in the middle. I chose pink and purple. My brothers chose different masks and painted theirs other colors. After that we dried them with a hair dryer. Then we painted another layer of details with black and silver paint. I designed a mask that had painted netting in front of the eyes and nose. I wished I could have been allowed to use more colors. After the instructor glazed the surface, I glued feathers to my mask.