WOX TRAVEL CONTEST | WEEK 9 | Burano

Today, it is with great pleasure that I want to tell you about my visit to a fabulous place. This is the island of Burano and the unique atmosphere and architecture. Houses painted in cheery, contrasting colors created a visual feast for the eyes as they lined the winding canals and lanes.

Curiosity led me deeper into the maze of narrow streets where I ran into an elderly man who kindly offered to share some local legends. He began with the tale of the origin of the colorful houses on the island. According to legend, when Burano was a small fishing village, its inhabitants were known for their lace-weaving skills. To avoid confusion between different families, each house was painted a different color corresponding to the clan that lived inside. This tradition continues to this day, with each house telling a story through its unique nuance.

Continuing my walk, I passed charming little balconies decorated with colorful flowers. They served both as decorative elements and as natural air conditioners in the hot Italian climate. The elderly gentleman explained that growing flowers is another pride of the people of Burano and they take care of them with great love and attention.

Further down the cobbled streets I noticed a group of children playing outside, their laughter echoing in the surrounding buildings. Their carefree spirit added even more charm to the already enchanting atmosphere of Burano.

As I continued my walk around the picturesque island, I came across a sight that seemed to encapsulate the essence of local life - a neat line of laundry hanging from ropes in a clearing that stretched out in front of one of the island's signature houses. This simple but poignant detail was typical of the coastal area, where fishing and the textile industry have shaped the community's identity for centuries.

My attention was drawn to the beautiful red mailbox placed on the building. My grandfather told me a fun fact that Burano is the only island in Italy that has its own postcode, distinct from Venice, even though it's only a short boat ride away.

Whenever I visit different places, I am happy to support local productions and workshops, which is essential for maintaining culture and traditions. Before heading back to my hotel, I took one last turn down a narrow street where I found a charming souvenir shop. The salesman told me about the handmade products sold in the store, all made by local artisans using traditional techniques. I bought a few small souvenirs for my loved ones and friends, knowing that they would appreciate the uniqueness and authenticity of each item.

As the sun started to set, I decided to take a break at a cozy cafe located right next to the water. Sipping my aromatic drink, I watched as the boats bobbed gently on the surface of the water, reflecting the colors of the surroundings.

As I made my way back through the maze of alleyways leading back to the central pier, I felt the profound impact of my Burano experience. Its colorful houses, rich history, friendly people and dedication to local crafts made it an unforgettable memory that I will carry with me.