Islands of Murano & Burano
April 28, 2016 § 1 Comment
In Venice, I took the water bus North to the small islands Murano and Burano (Murano known for its famous glass + Burano known for its colorful facades and needle point lace). It takes some time to get there, but not much.
Like Venice, the streets are interrupted by canals, and a turn in the path can lead to a gorgeous outlook over the hazy lagoon. Unlike Venice, it is less crowded. Living seems more palpable here. Quieter. And the colors! Never have I thought hmmm that cobalt blue and orange and pink and green and all in a row- now that is serene. But is was.
After spending hours questioning how is this even a real day I’m having? I boarded the water bus to head back to the Island of Guidecca where I was staying. Annnnnnd I went the wrong direction. Mind you, these stops are not quick stops. It took a long time for the boat to drop us further North. When I got off, I spent a great deal of time sitting alone at the floating platform waiting for the next boat to arrive.
There aren’t many times in my life where I’ve felt stranded. As someone quick to impatience, I’ll admit waiting to get from point A to point B can be agonizing. Nothing a little mindfulness can’t fix, but this waiting practically killed me.
I didn’t have a book, my phone was dead, it was kind of cold, and I was surrounded by water. Beautiful water, yes. A beautiful morning, yes. A beautiful escape (just what I wanted!), yes. But I felt defeated by the urgent and manic desire to get back to the hub I was away from.
I’m bringing it up now because I’m looking online at a map, and I must have been experiencing this inverted claustrophobia at the Marina Fiorita, located in Cavallino-Treporti. Which Wikipedia has informed me is the second most popular seaside resort in Italy. Meaning I was definitely not the the middle of the Adriatic sea. Not even the side facing the Adriatic. Not even that far from Venice.
I’m also bringing it up because the photos I snapped in Murano and Burano capture the islands as I saw them, but it did not capture my mood afterwards. The internet lies. Despite loving the islands, I was horribly frustrated this day. Now, nothing sounds better than being phoneless and floating in that spot waiting for the boat.
Long story short: Setbacks happen and they are okay.
P.S. If anyone has any tips on honing patience, please send them ASAP. (Kidding, I can wait.)