how we celebrated the Redentore in Venice on a sail boat: the video!

do you remeber when i told you about the weekend we spent sailing in Venice?

it has been an amazing experience we had the chance to to thanks to Antlos, a brand new start up that was filming a web series in the Mediterranean sea and asked us to play a little part in it.

July, Saturday 18th. Venice seen from a sail boat

it was going to be just a regular weekend for us. but then the phone rang, and i was asked if Marco and i were up to a field trip to Venice. why not?

Venezia seen from the water | Punta della Dogana | kodak ektar 100

in the venetian lagoon. June, Monday 2nd

we read on the local newspaper that a flock of pink flamingos had arrived to the venetian lagoon, and was staying somewhere over there, near a place called Lio Piccolo. we've actually never heard of the place. like many people, when i think about the venetian lagoon, my thoughts go to Venice, the main island, or to Murano, Burano, Mazzorbo, la Giudecca {for italian readers, a post about la Giudecca here}, il Lido, the smaller but globally known islands, that can be reached with a quick vaporetto {water bus} ride from Venice. but the lagoon is much more bigger than that. there is a whole world made by greens, yellows, blues, birds songs and poetry that stands between the coast and the islands, and we have never explored before. the pink flamingos news was the flea in our ears that made us take the lambretta and ride towards the sea.

hey you

i'm finally ready to be back. back posting, taking pictures, writing, scketching, having adventures on the road.
my head has been a pinwheel in the last couple of months. having a early summer sunday, taking a walk in the sun, with a polaroid camera, just enjoying the landscape and each other's company, felt like a good night's rest for marco and me.

Caorle. April, Sunday 13th

you rarely see the sea in this space of mine. I'm more the woods-fields-mountains kind of girl. anyway, after the stroll at the antique market in Portobuffolè, Marco and I decided to go reach the coast.

the river that crosses Portobuffolè, called Livenza, keeps flowing for about 50 km to the sea, and we followed it, to a town called Caorle.

the sign "vele di barche caorlotte" means sails of the boats from Caorle

as other fishermen villages (like Burano), Caorle is full of bright colors. most of the walls, windows and doors are painted with pastel or vibrant nuances.

my favorite spot was the pink house you see in the first photo. it is decorated with many drawings of boat sails. Paulino Biancon, 82 years old former fisherman, painted them. all the designs are based on reality. in the past, every fisherman's boat was different, with its own colors and patterns: that way, wives and mothers could recognize their men's boats from afar.
mr. Biancon remembered most of them, and he made some researches for the other ones. i love that wall filled with stories.

Burano and Mazzorbo. August, Saturday 25th

The one which is maybe our favourite city in the world is the one we cannot reach by Lambretta. Ciao, Venezia.

We both studied at the Venice University so the city means a lot to us. The main island, the "fish", is a wonderful and unique place that everyone should see in his life. But, the magic continues in the lagoon. To explore the little islands, take the vaporetto 12 from the imbarcadero in Fondamenta Nuove, the journey takes 40 minutes (7€ one way).

Burano is colorful as a parrot, simple as a fisherman. Embroidered by the sea, trimmed in lace.

Once you get off the vaporetto, you have a small park on the right side, a nice place to have a pic nic if you brought your lunch, like we did (considering the vaporetto tickets price, is a good way to save some money). I prepared some sandwiches with salame, rocket/sundried tomatoes/grana cheese, gorgonzola cheese/fig/honey (had the last one idea from this recipe).

Walking between the park and the sea, you'll arrive to a wooden bridge, which connects Burano to her quiet sister, Mazzorbo island.
In the early days of Venetian life, there were farmers, too. Somehow they managed to farm this salty, microscopic and stingy land.
In Mazzorbo we can still admire the results of such stubborness: the restaurant & hostel Venissa is located inside a vigna murata (walled vineyard), recently restored.