Burano: crazy colorwheel of an island, situated just off Venice. Rows and rows of little houses looking as though they had been painted by a nutcase on an acid trip. Comedic, hallucinogenic. Cerise, salmon pink, acid yellow, lavender, aquamarine, ochre. A visual treat despite the rain that fell nonstop the day we visited.
History says that in the days when Burano was mainly a fishing community, the island women painted their houses in bright colors so their husbands could easily pick out their homes from the sea. These days, the residents are required to repaint their houses every year, and always in the same color.
We reached the island after a 40-minute ferry ride from Venice. Rain kept pelting the windows, and while we were mostly dry inside the boat, the occasional seaspray managed to get through. Ignoring the rising smells of damp denim and wet people, we entertained ourselves royally, collapsing in mirth at our own lurid Pinoy jokes, and frequently ogling our fellow passengers -- which included some of the most gorgeous Italian priests this side of the Rose Line. Mama mia!
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