corriandoli EVERYWHERE.

saturday march 4th, we went to venice to celebrate carnevale -- we drank, we snacked, we threw confetti.  to put things modestly, it was a good day.

we started off the day in a way that was incredibly reminiscent of a noon football game day on the lovely grounds of the university of virginia.  now, for all of you who have spent time with me on a game day, you know what this means.  coffee and snack production went on in the kitchen at full force and the train-ride bag was packed beyond sufficiently.   

on the 9:18 train ride, some put on the make-up, some napped, and the best of us began the celebrations. 

immediately upon arrival a venezia santa lucia, the rest of us got our faces painted. 

and we were off! there were 9 of us from school and i assumed that we would split up into smaller groups pretty soon after setting off in the crowd to piazza san marco.  however, somehow, we all managed to stay together. 

everywhere there were people. people in masks, full costumes, face paint, EVERYWHERE. and corriandoli (confetti), which i had forgotten was one of my favorite italian words.  naturally, as soon as we found a moment, we began throwing it everywhere

i mean, everywhere (when i was in venice just a week later, there was a great deal still remaining in the cracks of the cobblestone).

carnevele didn't stop there, however.  i had friends arrive monday afternoon (!!) and tuesday was martedi grasso -- trieste had to buck up and show my guests a good time.  i am glad to say that the city saved face and i was impressed with the festivities.  also here, there was an obscene amount of corriandoli (which remains in piazza unita' now, a week later), we ate, drank, and finally started hanging out with our neighbors.  

carnevale was good and the remaining corriandoli (in the city and in my apartment) is a happy reminder of the week that i reformed my social life a trieste.  (shout out to my ladybird, there).