Summary: Arianna's time in Venice, Italy.
The floating camper we were on docked in a brown wooden gondola harbor. We got off the caravan. Light blue, red, and pink apartments line the canal.
"Venice, the floating city." Frederic tells me.
I'm sitting on a wooden stool on a wooden dock in front of a wooden easel. An image of a purple, pink, brown and yellow butterfly pops into my head. I visualize. I dip my hands in the pink paint. I pressed them up against the white canvas. I dry my hands with the dirty, brown rag. I dip my fingers in the purple paint. I pressed them up against the canvas in between the fingerprints of my pink handprints. I dry my hands with the rag. I dip my index finger in the brown paint. I pressed it up against the canvas in between my pink handprints. I dry my hand with the rag. I dip my index finger in the yellow paint. I pressed it up against the canvas on the pink and purple wings several times. I dry my hand with the rag. I took a brown paintbrush and dip the end of it in the black paint. I painted a smiling face on the butterfly.
"Wow, Arianna, did you paint a butterfly with your hands?" Gabriella questions. I smile and nod.
Two weeks later, I was on the dock. There was another pale-pink lump of clay on the brown, wooden table. A pale-pink dolphin pops into my head. I visualize. I sculpt it into a dolphin. "Good job, Arianna." Eugene told me.
"Thank you." I replied.
We are in a wooden gondola floating down the canal. I jump on the front. I visualize. I jump on the front.
Frederic, Gabriella, Demanitus and I get in the caravan.