As this post was entitled, there are also colors in Lace, rather in lace, for lace is white but the Island is filled with colors. No, there is no neighborhood standard when it comes to colors. Here is a loverly picture.

And that’s all folks. I’m saddened by your jealousy of the satisfaction my eye receives from such marvellous sights as Lace, Murano and Venice. Traveling is so over rated. It’s the people ya meet not the places ya go .

Your fellow traveller, perhaps figuratively,

Nate

It looks like I’m a little late in sharing my thoughts about Italy. My siblings have beat me to it! So, without further ado lets jump right in. Perhaps off one of the 400 or so bridges in Venice? Don’t hit the gondola! *splash…*

“Goodbye!” I shouted through the closing doors, “See you some time in January.” Yes, a very heart felt goodbye to my friends in Spain. One of the many I had to cram into the few days we had in our little pueblo. From the school we left to store away our unneeded possessions and then in a blur we had the van packed with our vitals and were rolling right along to the airport. In an hour or so we would be flying to Italy…

After we touched down the late night engulfed us one by one as we stepped out of the air plane. In a few moments we found ourselves in the baggage pick-up area. We had lost our instruments! Somewhere between Madrid and Italy they had gotten lost. So now I sit missing my guitar. No busking in the streets of Venice I suppose…

Tomorrow bright and early we will head into Venice once again, this time in search of a glass factory.

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Someone was selling pidgins food, and the pidgins liked it so much, that they would climb all over you just to get some (no wonder people are getting bird flu), one guy even put some on his head, and all the pidgins where pecking away. I took my diablo out of my moms backpack and spun in the middle of the square, and dad recorded it:

COMING SOON

My mom wanted to see the saint marks square when it was night, because then all the lights would shine, and the hole thing would look so romantic. We walked around a bit more, and Nathan met a be-boxer, you know-boom bap…pip boom bap pab boom pip! He sorta spoke English, so we asked him if he wanted to busc together, but he had to go home. oh well.

By now it was getting dark, so we went and saw the square. I’ll describe it. A sheet of darkness coverd everything exept pockets of bright light illuminating the area around them. The buetiful music of violin players drifted by my ears, clashing with anuther bands music across the square, but still it was buetiful. I felt as if I could acually SMELL the night air around me. a slight breeze ruffled my hair, but didn’t penetrate my sweater. I could see arches of cement on both sides of me, and pretty paintings on all the walls. A tower loomed obove the square, and it amazed me. It must have taken at least 10 years to build it. brick after brick. stone after stone. That is what I saw.

We went out to eat Italian pasta and pizza. although the pizza was kinda hard, the spicy pasta was great. Renae was adventurous and ate something that I can’t seem to put a name to. After that my dad bought tickets to the local bus/boat. On the boat I met a kid named fillip who was from Germany, and I talked to him and his father on the way to our train. We took the train, got home, and… went to sleep.

Your host,

Justin