This is a trip down memory lane... after moving to England, Venice was my first ever trip abroad. My friend Antoanetta and I headed there for a weekend in February for the Venice Masked Carnival. We caught a cheap flight and a lift to our accommodation with the guy we sat next to on the plane (we were incredibly trusting!) He was from Venice and was on his way back home. I can't remember his name which is such a shame as he was such a lovely man. His car wouldn't start in the cold, so after a bit of time and help we were on our way. We stayed about 10 mins outside of Venice and caught a bus in each day. I literally didn't have a clue... I didn't know anything about Venice and didn't have a guide book or a map. I had my old cheap film camera with a 24 exposure film. We wandered around each day and saw what we saw, we didn't have a plan, it was lovely. Everything was so beautiful... the canals, gondolas, little streets and alleyways, colourful buildings with their shutters and all the people with their masks, painted faces and stunning outfits. Each day we bought new masks or got our faces painted and wandered around the streets and shops. On our last day we bumped into the guy who had given us a lift and went for a glass of red wine and a snack in a little old man bar with him. Sometimes I think it would be lovely to go back to being carefree and travelling without a plan or a motive... I might try that again one day!