Carnevale Venice 2018,  World Travels

Carnevale 2018

In February 2018 we had the great pleasure of attending Carnevale in Venice, Itlay.

This page is dedicated to the memories from that amazing trip.

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Over the week while we were in Venice we had four days that we were in costume.

During that time it grew exceedingly fun to play with the men who approached me for a photo.

I found that after a time I understood the whole idea of wearing a mask to hide and become a new personality. To masquerade became exciting each day.

Bill giggled that I had four proposals during the four days.

Each time that I received the question it came from a man who would run over to have his turn at a photo with me and would get close enough to look through the mask into my eyes.

Later after we got home and started looking at the photos I had several regular visitors to Carnevale explain to me that you should probably black out your eyes so that you look better in the photos. Lordie, we have so much to learn before next year 🙂

Bill teased me that he kept getting cut out of photos by our photographer because he was mesmerized by my blue eyes.

I got comments like “Oh your American eyes” and “Bellissimo” but my favorite comments came from little Italian men who said “Oh you will marry me, no !?”

It seems Italian men fall in love quickly 😉

Photographer
Ilona

Blog Posts about Venice Carnevale 2018

Carnevale 2018

By whatwendysaid | April 1, 2018

  In February 2018 we had the great pleasure of attending Carnevale in Venice, Itlay. This page is dedicated to the memories from that amazing trip. Over the week while we were in Venice we had four days that we were in costume. During that time it grew exceedingly fun…

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Where are all the cars?

By whatwendysaid | March 25, 2018

Today I was remembering the transportation in Venice while working on this scrapbook page.   One of the things I love most about scrapbooking is how much you think about the thing you are trying to remember with the page while you are making it.   In Venice your brain…

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Smile !

By whatwendysaid | March 23, 2018

One of the things that I didn’t know in advance was how many photos would be taken of us by strangers while at Carnevale.  I guess, I thought it would be fun, but I don’t think I ever knew that photographers would come from around the world to photograph those of…

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Italian Men Fall In Love Quickly

By whatwendysaid | March 22, 2018

Over the week while we were in Venice we had four days that we were in our costumes for Carnevale. During that time it grew excedingly fun to play with the men who approached me for a photograph. I found that after a time I understood the whole idea of…

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To just not be forgotten

By whatwendysaid | March 22, 2018

I don’t know that I will ever be able to remember everything that I hope to remember about our vacation to Venice. Some days I really can’t focus because my mind is so cluttered with the memories and it feels like I could never forget a single detail. But the…

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The courtyard we are in here is older than America. Serioulsy, that thing was absolutely amazing. It was empty and our photographer got us in a few minutes before it was open so we could take photos inside without anyone else there. It was so bright and white and felt almost sacred inside. It was over a thousand years old. Isn't that hard to even image. I'm just sure that we are not making things today that are going to be standing a thousand years from now.


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Photos we find on social media

It has been so fun to search social media and find strangers photos of us. I had no idea when we went that this was going to happen. We thought we would hire a photographer to do photos of us because we wouldn't have any of ourselves in the end. 

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Social Media Strangers

These are more of the photos we have found on social media. Just some of our favorites. There are so many I can't possible find them all but I am going to try to gather a bunch of them up soon. 

Once I was here

I just don't want to be forgotten

I don't know that I will ever be able to remember everything that I hope to remember about our vacation to Venice. Some days I really can’t focus because my mind is so cluttered with the memories and it feels like I could never forget a single detail. But the truth is I do. I forget most things that are feelings or moments, sweet and precious. I have photos and I look at them often, but I find that the little things that I write down are in the end the things that I get to recycle and experience again in my mind.

Does that even make sense?

My oldest son is going to be thirty years old in January. That doesn't seem possible to me. Am I that old? Is my youngest son really going to be 13 in May? Once, I held their little bodies in my arms and fell in love with them. I don’t think I will ever forget those days.

Once, I was published in a book. Like in a library. Those don’t exist much anymore. Libraries or books. But someplace there’s a volume sitting on a shelf with words in it that I wrote and a scrapbook page that I designed. It was amazing, and I don’t think I will ever forget how that felt.

Once, I held a geocaching event and 518 people showed up in my yard. It was the most amazing thing and I don’t think I will ever forget that day.

Once, I stood in front of the Eiffel Tower and I held so tight to the hand of the man that I love truly more than anything that I have ever known. I wore a dress that was huge, and I strolled the streets of Paris like I was a princess and I never take a breath that I don’t think of that day.

Once, I stepped out onto the streets of Venice and for that week, I was famous. Thousands of photographers, mobs of people from all over, pushed and shoved to get a photo of me. It was the single most crazy amazing thing ever and I will absolutely never forget that day.

I am going to live as much of life here as I am able and experience enough that when I am forced to go, screaming and kicking, I hope I can think to myself that I am satisfied with the life I left behind.

Tonight, I watched the movie CoCo with Bill and we both cried at the end. I felt myself thinking that all anyone ever really wants from life is to just not be forgotten.

I pray that somehow in my life I have done something that left a mark large enough that when I am gone someone just remembers me.

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Photographer
Daniela Metteo

Making our Carnevale Costumes

Making our costumes was so fun but intimidating. It’s about all I did for four months.

We had never been to Carnevale and to be honest it felt like we were fish out of water.

Bill had dreamed of attending his whole life and when we decided to go back to Venice we planned the trip around attending.

I started working on the concept but the structure just stumped me. More so than anything else I have ever crafted and y’all know I craft a lot. I just couldn’t figure out how to build something that would be dramatic and still substantial without falling off every time we took a step.

I admit it was not comfortable in them. My headpiece weighed 15 pounds and Bills weight more like twenty.

My dress weighed so much that my shoulders hurt at the end of the day.

Our visibility out of the masks made it hard to navigate the streets with thousands of other tourists.

We intended to put them on and wear them for two hours each day. It ended up being ten !

For four days straight we got up and stuffed some breakfast in and put our costumes on and skipped lunch and stood for hours and hours as thousands of people posed with us and took photos of us.

Watching them be so excited to get a photo of us or with us made us stand a little longer each day.

I admit that now looking back we wish we had seen more of the other costumes but wouldn’t change the experience.

After a day I figured out that if I scribbled my email address down and handed it to the professional photographers they would snap a photo of it with intentions of sending us a link later so we could see the photos they had taken. A few of the over three hundred I gave a email address to have actually contacted us and shared a few of their pics.

If I could find the thousands and thousands of tourists who we posed with on social media I would take every photo 😉 but Bill keeps telling me I can’t have them all.

I really enjoyed creating the costumes and had a sense of pride about saying I had made them when asked.

Bills shoes made me smile every single time I saw him. They were just silly fun and he looked adorable in them. The whole time I was making the costumes I just kept adding a little more to them with my scraps and he kept saying....OKAY, THAT REALLY IS ENOUGH 🙂 But in the end when we were there and he saw the photos he finally admitted that I was right on the shoes.

(His gold pants drove me nuts when I was sewing them and I still get a kick out of the first pair I made and held up only to realize they were miniature compared to him)

Next year maybe I will get to try again. I already have a few ideas. But Bill says I gotta get a job right fast if I want to go back that soon. LOL

Photos by Photographer Daria

Where are all the Cars?

Today I was remembering the transportation in Venice while working on this scrapbook page.

One of the things I love most about scrapbooking is how much you think about the thing you are trying to remember with the page while you are making it.

In Venice your brain can never really get around there not being cars when you get there.

You make the decision you are going to go someplace and it hits you that you can't just go out and get in the car. There are no cars.

That becomes less painful once you get your bearings and realize that you truly can walk across the entire island in about an hour if you don't get lost.

But I wouldn't count on ever going someplace that you don't get turned around in Venice.

Several times we went out to just roam about and spent about an hour just snapping photos of beautiful doorways. We felt like we were on the other side of the world and we had seen so many things that we didn't really even care where we were.

Suddenly I stopped to catch a photo of Bill standing on a little bridge and as I backed up to get the frame I realized that we were at our hotel and the entire time we had only been on the other side of the building 🙂

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Photographer
Mark Hohenleitner

The Doors and Door Knobs of Venice

It seems odd maybe that walking around in circles looking at doors would be something that I find fascinating but if you have ever been to Venice, I know you understand.

The tiny little streets lead to even smaller alleys and you never know where the maze will take you. But the one thing you can count on is a beautiful doorway leading to the unknown.

I can't say how many times I have wanted to just knock on the door and say Hello 🙂 But I resist. How odd it must be to live there and always have people roaming around at your door?

While lost in Venice you must snap some photos of the doorways and if you have not had the experience of letting yourself be lost in Venice then it is certainly time for vacation.

Everything in Venice has texture. If you can't appreciate peeling paint and cracking walls you may not like it there. I find the washed out, sun faded paint colors to be thrilling and looking at the doorways will sometimes impress me more than the art in the finest museums in the world.

(Can you imagine this is your door knob everyday ? I love them !!)

When enjoying the doors we started to notice the door knobs as well. It seems there are very artistic door knob makers in Venice. Knobs with handles fashioned to look like what I imagine can only be a person who built or owns the particular building it protects.

They look like animals, faces and other fabulous designs. It made me embarrassed for my store bought Lowes, everyday, run of the mill door knob at home.

Lets face it, everything, the buildings, the water, the lack of cars and addition of

boats and gondolas, the peeling paint, the constant maze of streets and alleys that lead to some beautiful spot you discover, EVERYTHING, right down to the door knobs make Venice a place I want to go again.

Photographer Fausto Golinelli

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Say Cheese

This is a lot of photos !!!

One of the things that I didn't know in advance was how many photos would be taken of us by strangers while at Carnavale.  I guess, I thought it would be fun but I don't think I ever knew that photographers would come from around the world to photograph those of us in the costumes and masks.

So on the first day when we put our costumes on and walked out to San Marco Square we were shocked by the fact that we couldn't actually reach the square. As soon as we made our way out of the tiny little street that met up with the Grand Canal we were met with a rush of paparazzi and every single step we took for the next four days was labored.

​With what is a space that feels less than a single square mile and a gathering of more than three million people, it becomes a close encounter quickly in Venice. But the feeling of excitement when you are pursued by thousands of photographers is hard to explain.

​I remember thinking after a few hours that it was mad that so many people pressed for a photo. We had all kinds. Those who waited patiently in line for their turn and respectfully stepped in to snap a selfie, those who grabbed a hold of you physically and wouldn't let go until their spouse captured the shot (witch), those that were so adorable you couldn't resist stopping to snap a photo and hoping that you would later find it on social media and my favorite were those where a guy with a giant camera and self contained light would pounce on you and start snapping what felt like dozens of photos and before you knew it he was directing you to move left or right and place your hand here and bend like this and had totally taken over the situation. Those are the men and women that you took the time to hand your email address to and just prayed that they would share it with you later.

Some of those photos have actually been shared with us and it has been like an adventure every single day since we got home to search the bowels of the internet for just one more of the thousands of photos that exist now out there somewhere just waiting to be found.

This photo is standing on the little bridge with the Bridge of Sighs behind us. This is a magical spot on the planet right here. I am so glad I got to experience this.

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