Venice is the city where I turned 22. On that day, I woke up with a friend sleeping beside me and that night I was celebrating alone with a massive portion of carbonara, with guanciale so rich a lot of it remained on my plate. Venice is also a city of wonder where, amidst the palazzos and the cichetti, I went on an art marathon. Biennale, Off Biennale, and then galleries. Goosebumps.