I’m in Venice as I write this. Carnevale is just starting to amp up.
As I walked down the street the other night, two little girls were squatting down, trying to shove their confetti back into their torn bags. I squatted next to them and pointed to my head, saying, “Un poco qui, per favore!” The little girl looked at me, paused only the briefest moment, then dumped a handful of confetti on my head.
I returned to the apartment to my group of 8 other friends. “What happened to your hair?” they asked.
“Carnevale,” I replied.