Burano – a fairy tale about colorful houses and white lace

When I got off the Vaporetto in the early evening sun on the Venetian island of Burano, I felt like in a fairy tale. The warm light made stand out the bright colors around me. Yellow, blue, red, pink, green … square houses with white-framed windows and green shutters, all painted as on a picture of a crazy artist. Narrow water channels were like life-giving arteries sown with moored boats. I was surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked Margharita pizza, fried fish, singing the Italian language, and the sound of the sea. In short, it was a fairy tale called Vita Felice.
I was very impressed by the small island of Burano.

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Copenhagen – the capital city of a nice feeling

Do you know the Danish term “hygge”?

It is a lifestyle whose credo is well-being, coziness, enjoying the good that life brings. Hygge is not just about candles, a crackling fire in the fireplace, a soft blanket, and a hot cup of cocoa. It’s about the art of enjoying ordinary things, about the art of seeing the goodness in people, and the art of spreading a pleasant atmosphere around you.

The Danes are simply a happy nation. They have happiness in their blood, or, as the CEO of Happiness Research Institute Meik Wiking said, they have it encoded in their DNA.

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Do you know the Danish term “hygge”?

It is a lifestyle whose credo is well-being, coziness, enjoying the good that life brings. Hygge is not just about candles, a crackling fire in the fireplace, a soft blanket, and a hot cup of cocoa. It’s about the art of enjoying ordinary things, about the art of seeing the goodness in people, and the art of spreading a pleasant atmosphere around you.

The Danes are simply a happy nation. They have happiness in their blood, or, as the CEO of Happiness Research Institute Meik Wiking said, they have it encoded in their DNA.

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Madeira – hills, Poncha and Atlantic

We shamble up by car more than a precipitous hill. There are low houses on the right side. A few stone stairs at each front door to balance the steep slope and cut from the desperately narrow road. A deep gorge is on the opposite side. I see down the blue Atlantic and the people as tiny as ants. I have number one gears speed, my old Renault roars, and gasps. The clutch begins to smoke. I hold the steering wheel firmly with my sweaty hands. Just don’t stop! Because I’m going to have to reverse down the hill. I’m fainting. The local Fittipaldi appears suddenly from the top opposite, at least by the big tank car! There is no other option, just to squeeze back between the two stairs, which I use as a stop, and pray that somebody does not open doors or shutters… Even this is Madeira.

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We shamble up by car more than a precipitous hill. There are low houses on the right side. A few stone stairs at each front door to balance the steep slope and cut from the desperately narrow road. A deep gorge is on the opposite side. I see down the blue Atlantic and the people as tiny as ants. I have number one gears speed, my old Renault roars, and gasps. The clutch begins to smoke. I hold the steering wheel firmly with my sweaty hands. Just don’t stop! Because I’m going to have to reverse down the hill. I’m fainting. The local Fittipaldi appears suddenly from the top opposite, at least by the big tank car! There is no other option, just to squeeze back between the two stairs, which I use as a stop, and pray that somebody does not open doors or shutters… Even this is Madeira.

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