May 21st, Burano




A classmate of mine took a photo of me.. taking a photo. It’s photo-ception, guys. So the first image is that photo of me (hi!) and the second is the photo I was taking (for my capstone/documentary photography/photojournalism project).

On Wednesday (May 21) all of the students from our school studying abroad here in Venice took a trip out to the island of Burano.  It was a bit of a ride, about 40 minutes each way on the Vaporetto (it’s like Boston’s MBTA or NYC’s MTA, but with boats).  We played the game Heads Up to pass the time on our rides, with a growing crowd of entertained and confused European onlookers (we hold a cell phone to our forehead, a word is displayed on the screen and everyone gives that person clues so they can guess the word; if you get it right you dip your head down and back up to move to the next word, and if you’re stuck, you throw your head back and then return to normal head-positioning in order to skip.  we obviously looked quite silly).

The island of Burano is known for two things. 
   a) its incredibly colorful arrangement of buildings
   b) its lace
– As you could imagine, for a group of young adults studying Italian history and documentary photography, it was a field-day of sorts. Just running around with our cameras and looking through all of the lace (yes, even the men.. although it was mostly for gifts for their girlfriends and mothers).



I was super tempted to pick one of these up for my mother’s lovely neighbor Val, who is expecting her daughter Maya this summer!
But then I realized that she wouldn’t be big enough to fit into one this season, and would probably have grown too much by next summer to fit into it either..


Unfortunately I didn’t buy anything, due to the inflated prices of tourist-poaching shopkeepers and my wallet’s still being in shock over the unexpected expenses of this trip.  Had I found something that I really loved, though, I would have pushed myself to purchase it.  I’ve decided that I will do that, while I finish up my stay here in Italy, as a graduation gift to myself.
I mean come on- I graduated from a five-year top-rated institution with my sanity intact, magna cum laude.
I need to learn to give myself a break and reward my efforts once in a while.


All in all, I had a lot of fun wandering around the small island (and by small, I mean take a ten minute walk from one side to the other), taking photographs with my newly-apropriated friends.


Sacré Coeur

I would love to travel around the world.  Granted, Asia has been my area of study for the past year, I would also like to visit other places as well.  Since I am mostly French, and know almost nothing of my own heritage or the culture of my ancestors, I would love to visit France (and learn French- I’m kind of a language buff).  Just spending time venturing across Europe would be great, since I also have German, Scottish, Irish, and who knows what else in me.  We have photographs of my great grandparents in Amsterdam, so perhaps I am even Dutch?
My boyfriend’s family moved to America from Thailand, and so I would love to visit sometime.  I think his father would like me to as well, as he always thinks of me when he sees someone that’s not completely Thai on the Thai TV channels.  There’s a young singer who’s half Thai, and whenever she’s on TV, “Yeah, Kristen can sing like that. We’ll teach you Thai and bring you to Thailand”.  There was an artist, his (white American) wife, and their young daughter, on TV this past Sunday, being interviewed.  “Hey, it’s Kristen!”, and “She speaks Thai pretty good”.  I really hope that Witchaya brings me there someday, at least once (and teaches me Thai, I only know a few words and phrases).