Pura Vida: Lagoons and Islands

Our last full day in Italy was spent venturing around the surrounding lagoons and islands (link to photo album) of Venice. We boarded a small, wooden boat and set off. The tour made a stop at a small, quiet island where St. Francis of Assisi built a church. Friars still live on the island and provide tours. Not only was this a wonderful experience, but I was also an interesting coincidence, Ryan always wears a necklace with the image of St. Francis of Assisi. The Friar that showed us around was very surprised and pleased when Ryan showed him the necklace.

We continued on, and made our way to Burano Island, famous for the lace makers and Murano Island, famous for the glassblowing. Both islands were filled with colorful buildings.

The extremely low bridges make the game of "Duck" so much more extreme and necessary.

Later in the day, Ryan and I returned to Murano Island to tour the Murano Glass Workshop. It was incredible to watch a man work the the fire-hot glass, and create a vase in minutes, and then a fish. I particularly enjoyed the tour, not only for the skill in the artwork, but the warmth coming from the ovens (a nice contrast to the cooler, damp weather outside).

Finally, on our last day, we found the mask store I had heard so much about. We did not take the class on the history of Venetian masks, or make our own masks, but we did enjoy trying on various kinds. We learned that the masks became popular as a way for the upper class to conceal their identity when participating in public gambling matches, or other less proper activities. I was surprised how heavy some masks were, or the necessity small nose holes could make for breathing while the wearing the mask.

Definitely needed nose holes (not simply painted), was nearly impossible to breath with the mask on.

Tough man, suggested he start wearing this to his meetings.

And, all good things must come to an end. Our day ended with another lovely dinner, and yet another brave culinary experience of local cuisine. As Ryan said, I was a "big-girl" and order the mussel soup, which was probably one of my most favorite choices of the trip, AND Venice's trademark cuttlefish. The shocking black color actually has very little flavor. I was an extremely dainty eater and avoided black-stained teeth.

Perfect ending to our last night in Italy.....gelato.

The following morning we boarded a taxi boat and were off to the airport. It was saddening to say good-bye, but I know (fingers severely crossed) we will venture back to Italy in the future.