A week after our class field trip, we took our second trip to Venice to witness the Venice Carnivale in celebration of Valentines Day. More familiar with Venice’s train stops, I was more fidgety and less jumpy whenever the train from the other track swooshes by. Like the packs of bouncy high-schoolers, bubbly elementary students and thrilled locals boarded in the train, (sounding all gibberish to me by the way), I was definitely more than anxious and excited to experience Venice without the mere thought of having to do anything but have fun. And somehow I wish my Italian were not limited to “Parla Inglese?” and “Ciao!” or some of the basic stuff so I can fully immersed myself in the Italian way of life, and understand the bursts of laughter echoing inside the train.

Unlike the first time we saw Venice, the mercantile town is definitely busier and livelier! As soon as we stepped out of the train station, several face painters dispersed below the steps from the train station. A Venice Carnivale information booth was set-up already packed with a long line of visitors all over the world.

After an hour walk squeezing through the sea of faces along the narrow streets of Venice, we finally reached San Marco. San Marco was definitely crazy! There were literally thousands and thousands of people occupying every square inch of the piazza. A small parade took place and people dressed in masks and elaborate, intricate costumes posed for every camera, every onlookers. Like kids in the playground, Ralph & I dodged our way near every Carnivale character taking their pictures for the life of it! Piazza San Marco completely transformed into a party haven. Tipsy students loudly sang some novelty Italian song, enough to attract few spectators on top of the Carnivale music booming around the piazza. Tables and chairs scattered outside the piazza restaurants giving everyone a full view of the event while the San Marco Basilica in the background brims with pride and glory. It was like going to an adult version of Disneyland, seriously.

Following the yellow road signs “Ferrovia” we were out of the Piazza by 5:00pm. An hour later, we grabbed a bite to eat at a small Trattoria, the food slightly disappointing. By 8:00pm, we headed back to the train station and managed to grab empty seats at the end of the cabin. It was a very tiring day but it was definitely all worth it.

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