There is no combination of cities that screams romance more than Venice and Verona. Verona, the city where Romeo and Juliet supposedly once lived, and Venice, the city where, if they had really lived, they would have spent their honeymoon. It’s nothing like anywhere else in Italy and there is no use trying to describe it in words, it simply must be seen to be believed. It’s always a favorite so we always leave it for last. With three days in this enchanting city we have plenty of time to see the sites, get lost in the winding streets, watch a glass blowing demonstration, ride a gondola, and take a special trip out to one of the smaller islands off of Venice that many people visiting for the first time never manage to see. This summer we ventured to the stunning and surreal Island of Burano. Enjoy!
First, a stop over in the gorgeous city of Verona: Lunch by a rushing river and a medieval bridge, one of the largest arenas outside Rome, and the supposed house and balcony of Juliet.
We arrived in time to watch the sunset over one of the many canals and head to one of our favorite hidden piazzas for our first meal in Venice (we only eat where the food is as good as the view). Before dinner we happened upon an impromptu concert happening in the Church of Saint Giovanni And Paolo, right on the piazza. Goosebumps ensued. All in all, a perfect way to start a weekend in Venice.
We began the next day with a ride aboard a venetian water taxi, a vaporetto, towards Murano, where they make the famous venetian glass, and skipped to the island of Burano right next door. The island is famous for its delicate handmade lace and the incredible colors of its residents’ homes. We like to think of it as the Candy Land of Italy. The instagram potential was through the roof!
After Burano, we headed back towards Piazza San Marco to see the famous Doge’s Palace, the Church of San Marco, and the colonnade-lined political and religious center of Venice. The line to get into the Cathedral moved quickly and soon we were inside relishing the seemingly endless mosaics of San Marco.
Then it was time for glass blowing!
Obviously, no trip to Venice is complete without a gondola ride, so we jumped in and headed out. Our boats name was “Leonardo.” Rachel and Chelsea approved.Our gondolier (perhaps because of my camera and the number of photos I was obsessively shooting) asked us if we were models. So we said, why yes, we are. Then we showed him our model skills (note the top-notch blue steels and growly faces). I think its pretty clear everyone here could break into the industry without much work. Then Chelsea, who had dressed the part, asked to drive and took the wheel. Seeing as none of us died, she was clearly a natural. The only part she may need to work on are her “calls,” which are used as a kind of Renaissance horn to notify other gondolas of your location. In the photos below our gondolier is whispering to her the word to yell and in response, she just laughs. Good thing no one was coming.
More pics of our final days coming soon!