30 Days of Memories: Day 17

This is a picture of me and Robs at the bottom of a cliff face between Manarola and Riomaggiore in Cinque Terre. We were walking from Manarola south to Riomaggiore and found a set of stairs that looked like they didn't go anywhere, so naturally, we had to try them. They led down to the water of the Italian Riviera, which was not by any stretch of the imagination a beach. The stairs basically led to a cove-like area where we took pictures and dodged the spray from the waves.

I would love to one day return to Italy. Someone once said they couldn't trust anyone who didn't love Italy (Rick Steves, maybe?), and I have to agree. One trip, and I will forever love it.

Italy, Day 9

07 Apr 06

Mrs Squid and I wanted to go horseback riding, but it's not tourist season yet, so no horses.  Damn!  I was really looking forward to it and it was only 23E for 2 hours.  Instead, Squid, Mrs Squid, Robs and I took the path between Vernazza and Monterossa.  It was absolutely beautiful.

Vernazza from the trail

Guess who found a friend?

It was also a lot of work.  Lots of stairs up and down (I forgot to count them).

Stone stairs...

Breath-taking views

...down some stairs...

No stairs, just a gentle slope

...and cement stairs

It took us just under two hours to make the trip, what with stopping for pictures and to catch our breath and chat with other people.  Even though we were not even 1,000 feet above sea level, it was work!

When we got into Monterossa, we stopped at a little cafe and had the best focaccia sandwiches ever!

Oh, how I wish I was still that "fat".

We took the train back to Vernazza and split up.

Squid and I (and our dirty laundry) went to Riomaggiore to do laundry while Mrs Squid and Robin went on another hike ~ crazy girls!

Another of Squid's finds from "the bible".

Our last night in Vernazza, I finally decided to get some pictures of our apartment.    The apartment was sparse, but adequate for our needs.

The view from my bedroom window.

And looking the other way.

And I'm pretty certain it was haunted, which is how I ended up with the big bed (haunted room), while Robs had the little bed.  Squid scared the hell out of us one night by knocking on the door after we'd turned in - we were a bit jumpy in our apartment.

We did have the honor of hearing what we assumed to be a funeral procession, complete with beautiful singing, one night through our window.  Or maybe it was the ghosties.

Tomorrow, we're off to Lake Como :)

Italy, Day 8

06 Apr 06

We left Sovigliano early this morning for Pisa to turn in the cars and catch the train to La Spezia.  It was hard leaving Sovigliano, so I had to take even more pictures.  Who knows when I'll get to return?

 

 

Our time in Pisa was short and to the point.  We dropped off the car, grabbed a cab and went to see the leaning tower.  We didn't have enough time to stand in line to climb the tower, so we settled for lots of pictures.

From this angle it doesn't look so lean-y

Oops, there's the lean.

Peek-a-boo

 After we got all of the pictures we could stand, we hopped in a cab back to the strain station to catch the train bound for La Spezia.  At the train station, we decided we were hungry and found pizza slices bigger than our heads.

Yes, I ate the whole thing.  Hey, we were burning a ton of calories.

I wish the Nook had been invented back then, it would have saved me a lot of weight in my bag.

We were met in La Spezia by gaggles of police officers in full riot gear.  Made me wonder what kind of town we were in that needed to greet its visitors dressed for the occasion.  Once we were off the train we followed a path lined by more police officers to the main platform where we were then told to go wait in the ticket office.  Squid asked the ticket agent what was going on and we were told that there was an incoming train of soccer hooligans.  They are a very pro-active city, apparently.  We were kept in the ticket office until all of the hooligans were unloaded, then escorted out of the station and into town.

Once they were gone, we were allowed to board our train to Cinque Terre, which is a national park with five villages connected by walking paths and a train.  Vehicle traffic is extremely limited, which makes it much nicer for us pedestrians.  The five villages, from south to north, are: Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, and Monterossa.  We stayed in rooms rented from Rosa (recommended by Squid's "bible" - the Rick Steves' travel guide) in Vernazza.  Robs and I had our own little apartment in one building; Squid, Mrs Squid, Brandy and Justin had another apartment in another building half a block away; Shannon and Kev ended up renting an apartment from some guy outside the train station, a few blocks away from the rest of us.

The whole of Cinque Terre is beautiful, right along the Italian Riviera coast-line.  We played around on the still-standing Castello.  

Darn! Forgot to count the stairs to the top.

View from the top

After climbing the castle tower, we found we were running low on gelato and had to get some.

NEVER pass up a chance to have gelato.  Never.  Ever.  Never.

The others' apartment happened to be located very close to the gelato.

 
 For  dinner, we took the train to Manarola and walked the pathway along the coast to Riomaggiore.  The views were indescribable.

Along the path, there was a set of stairs down the cliff that looked like they just ended.  So of course we had to take them to see where they went.  They didn't just abruptly end, they turned and continued down to the water.

Look closely, you'll see the stairs.

Nope, they don't disappear (Man! I forgot to count them!)

At the bottom

Robs at the bottom

If we were very careful, we could perch for pictures without getting soaked.

Dinner was great.  I've got a new favorite dish called Spaghetti aglio-olio-e-peperoncino (garlic, oil, and crushed red peppers).  Brandy and Shannon ordered the fresh fish and it was a Dorkfish!  It probably wasn't a real Dorkfish, but it had one heck of an overbite.  Wonder if they caught it with a corndog?

Guess what?  Outside of the restaurant, Mrs Squid found another animal to love.

Every. single. place we went, she found a critter.