January 5, 2014
Happy New Year my friends!
On a normal New Year’s Eve, after a hot cup of tea, we’re snoring by 10pm under a layer of duvets and quilts. But not this year.
This year we pushed and shoved our way into Piazza San Marco in Venice as the moon and the stars spun above. While the countdown proceeded–10.9.8.7.6.5–merry-makers in glittery masks shook bottles of bubbly Prosecco. At the stroke of Midnight, the crowd howled, sparklers flashed, and the fizzy stuff boiled up into the night, showering us with a icy spray.
The next day we rode the ferry to the quiet fishing village of Burano, a perfect antidote to the chaos and glamour of Venice.
Do it yourself to Burano:
If you go to Venice, don’t pay for an expensive tour to Burano. Just walk to Fondamente Nove and hop on a vaporetto (Line 12). They leave every half hour and the trip takes about 40 minutes. My best advice: Go early!!! By 11 am, the tour boats have arrived.