Tuesday...The cold wind blows...

It was very cold today. Jack frost seems to like this city on the sea. Spent the morning planning. Planning new things, which make me smile. Later I go to the international school to talk about the Den project. Making three Den sculptures with different classes. I got lost on the way to the school. I got on the wrong bus! It's strange being lost in a new place, because one has no idea what is behind the corner. Like life itself I guess. But in a new town, life has new meaning...A different kind of exhilarating lost-ness, which makes me laugh out loud. No one speaks English so I can't ask for directions. Also like life! Luckily I have my mobile and I can call Alan, whom has a knack with directions, and life actually! Spent the evening with: Alan, Nic, Joseph and Daniel. It's nice to be in a real home. We wax lyrical about the strangeness of life, about art and I feel slightly awkward about smoking in their kitchen. There is no other choice because Mr. Jack Frost has followed me from Newcastle. It's nice to feel the weather again. On the way home to my place in Venice, I am filled with new promise, as I shuffle through freezing streets.