Tanti Auguri!

Happy New Year from Venice!

By one a.m., the Piazza San Marco was a glittering carpet of broken glass from Bellini and prosecco bottles. A couple workers tried to pick up the largest pieces, but I can’t imagine that their rustic straw brooms would be able to sweep up the nuggets of glass that crunched beneath our boots.

We had wandered away from the Piazza when the projected countdown on the Correr Museum wall read 59:00 until midnight. After a couple spritz and conversation with a couple Brits, we shuffled our way back into the crowd, past the bored gondolier who had hoped in vain for customers, and into the back end of the Piazza. Nearly all movement stopped then, as the crowd batted around a gigantic white balloon to amuse itself. We finally got to the front of the Basilica in time for the final countdown, yelling along with more Brits alongside us the final ten seconds. We toasted with the Venetian ladies behind us. “I’m from here!” cried the elegant, white-haired woman.

And finally the fireworks started. Giant blooms over the Bacino, and like crowds everywhere the people oohed and ahhed.

We were next to a big group of Bangladeshi guys, and I overheard one of them say “Chanmak Challo.”

“Did you say Chanmak Challo?” I asked him.

“Yes!  Chanmak Challo! Chanmak Challo!” he yelled.

“I am the Chanmak Challo!” I yelled. It’s the name of a song that my troupe dances to, where the singers asks, “Will you be my Chanmak Challo?” meaning my jingly jangly girl.

So then we were drinking and cheering with our new friends from Bangladesh. A couple of them fingered RJ’s long hair and asked if he played the guitar. “I like metal!” one guy yelled. I tried their lemon vodka and they drank our peach vodka. Then the one in the baggy beanie set down a roman candle, and everyone stepped back to watch the sparks.

Until the police showed up and we all scattered.

We met South Africans, Brazilians, Italians, Chinese. All the world seemed to be represented at the Piazza San Marco, even Venetians.

y drank our peach vodka. Then the one in the baggy beanie set down a roman candle, and everyone stepped back to watch the sparks.

Until the police showed up and we all scattered.

We met South Africans, Brazilians, Italians, Chinese. All the world seemed to be represented at the Piazza San Marco, even Venetians.

IMG_2179IMG_2181IMG_2210IMG_2216IMG_2186IMG_2198Those little dots of light are actually lanterns floating towards the Campanile.

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About seductivevenice

Teacher, writer, traveler, dancer, reader, photographer, gardener.
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4 Responses to Tanti Auguri!

  1. Vonda Wells says:

    Such a great description!! And its NEVER a party till the police show up is it??? One day (maybe next year??) I will be there for New Years!! But, until then I will smile at your account of your adventures. Salute!!

  2. Nancy Schwalen says:

    Obviously you had a great time. I hope the new year is just as wonderful.

  3. An envious Happy New Year to you and RJ! Auguri per un bel Capodanno!!!

  4. Julian says:

    Ah, yes. That brought back memories from our honeymoon in NYE 2007. So many people, So much glass and glitter! Happy New Year! Tanti Auguri!

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