I am one week away from finishing my second year of pre-clerkship and I couldn’t be more excited for it to be over. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a great year! But this marks the end of days spent sitting in lecture and writing exams. It also marks the beginning of summer and the beginning of another adventure that I cannot wait to share with you! For now, I’ve put together some of my favourite shots from a day last summer spent wandering around the beautiful islands of Murano and Burano.
We left early in the morning to catch the boat from Venice to the Venetian islands known for their glass blowing. From the second I stepped off the boat in Murano I was in love. There’s a kind of old-world charm to the rustic buildings and window box flowers. It was like stepping back in time.
Since it was Sunday and we had left very early we pretty much had the island to ourselves. I highly suggest getting there early to really enjoy the scenery before it becomes overrun with enthusiastic tourists.
The next stop after Murano was Burano, and it did not disappoint.
I wore a simple summer dress from Banana Republic, a vintage Dior scarf and my straw Michael Kors bag- the perfect summer accessory.
In general I had been quite impressed with the gondolas and water taxis that efficiently took you anywhere you wanted to go. However, as the sun set on our relaxing day something went very wrong. I decided we should take a different taxi than the one I had planned because we had to catch our train back to Rome since we flew home the next morning and I didn’t want to waste any time waiting. So off we went, enjoying the beautiful water, not a care in the world. Until I realized our taxi was taking the long way around and that our 20 minute boat ride would actually take about an hour and a half. We hurriedly got off at San Marco and begin to make our way back to the hotel- the only question was whether we should get on another taxi or run. My brother had hurt his knee and I have terrible asthma….but the situation was dire and our train was coming. Of course we got lost along the way and the 1.5 km jog turned into a frantic sprint in every direction. By the time we got back to the hotel we had about 10 minutes before our train left and we had yet to grab our luggage, run an additional 1.5 km to the station, find our train, and board. It sounded impossible. I had forgot to factor in the scorching Italian sun, my two very heavy suitcases, and the fact that at each canal-road intersection there were 10-20 steps and a bridge that I had to carry said luggage over. My brother and I made it just in time and my beautiful dress was drenched in sweat- like dripping from head to toe. Lesson learned? Follow the plan. Always, always follow the plan! Nevertheless, it’s views like this that make the hustle and bustle of traveling worthwhile. With every exam season I become more and more antsy about immediately getting on a plane to explore a beautiful foreign land. I feel like I become more of who I’m supposed to be when I’m traveling, like I’m really living (I mean…you really can’t help but feel alive when you’re running for your life in 90 degree weather carrying two 50 pound suitcases). So, where to next? You’ll have to stay tuned to find out!