Today is our third full day in Cinque Terre. It's been amazing. We're staying in Vernazza, the 4th town.
On the train ride over I was nothing but smiles at the thought of finally returning here with Leslie. She was a little worried that too many people have talk-up how great Cinque Terre is. Turns out, it's not possible to over hype how amazing Cinque Terre is. Upon arrival, we went down to the harbor and just soaked in the sights and a brilliant sunset before dinner. For dinner we had the octopus appetizer - it was amazing how flavorful it was and not nearly as chewy as the calimari I've had in the US - and Leslie had the spaghetti con frutti al mare (spaghetti with the "fruit of the sea") which had amazingly good fresh mussels, clams and shrimp. I had the Termosa Vernaza, which was baked fresh anchovies with tomatoes and potatoes. It was surprising how delicious anchovies could be when fresh.
The next morning we set out to hike to Monterosso al Mare, the fifth town and also the most difficult of the four seaside hiking routes. During the hike a helicopter kept passing overhead with a giant white bundle and then returned empty. It was a bit ominous and we were worried that we were unaware of something bad going on, like a forest fire or other emergency. Turns out, it's landslide season and the helicopter was dropping off supplies to shore up the trail to prevent it from falling into the sea. That's good, but unfortunately it meant that when we got halfway we had to turn around and go back to Vernazza. Monterosso would only be reachable by train on our trip. With our plans foiled and much of the day remaining, we decided a hike in the opposite direction to Coniglia, then Manarola and finally Riomaggiore would suffice. Supposedly, the difficultly of these three hikes would be about the same as our original plan, so it seemed like a good idea. The hike to Corniglia was long (about 4km) but breathtaking. We arrived in Corniglia and ate the picnic lunch of Focaccia bread with pesto and Blood Oranges that we had packed. Cinque Terre, as the birthplace of Focaccia and pesto, might be the greatest place in the world. The Focaccia was so light, doughy and a bit oily, with big indentions poked in it by the baker's fingers to essentially aerate the dough. The pesto was amazing. As we were hiking we could see basil growing out of every cranny in the rock walls that hold the hills back. I'm a bit jealous of how easily it grows here, because I've had to fight to keep my basil alive back in Texas. Full and happy, we headed out of Corniglia but bumped into another couple that was hiking who told us that the seaside trail between Corniglia and Manarola is closed due to another landslide. In this case, there was a detoured route. It was up, then over, then down. After 1.5 hours of going up, way, way up (guessing 500 m) it finally leveled off. Here's a picture we took of Corniglia on this portion of the hike:
We trudged on through mostly level terrain through and around the vineyards of this area. The only hiccup was a brief portion of the path about two feet long that was missing and had fallen off the cliffside. It wasn't too tough to circumvent. The path finally took us downhill into Mararola, where we enjoyed gelato at the rocky beach. At the point we were exhausted. What was supposed to be two days of moderate hiking had turned into one day of strenuous climbing. It seemed the "pace of our vacationing" had not slowed down at all. The last hike from Manarola to Riomaggiore is more of a cake walk. The route is completely paved and flat. We arrived in Riomaggiore, where I stayed when I was last in Cinque Terre and sat on the rocky beach then grabbed dinner. I had the rissoto con frutti al mare and Leslie had a different version of the spaghetti con fruitti al mare that was baked in tin foil. This time our dinners included a crawfish, which, despite living so close to Lousianna and being surrounded by restaurants that have all you can eat crawfish boils, we have never had. We took a late train back to Vernazza and colapsed into bed. Here's a picture of Riomaggiore we took while there:
The next day, yesterday, we decided to take it easy and lay off the hiking. So, we took a train to Monterosso al Mare, which has the best beaches. Before beaching-it-up we decided to hop on a bus and head up to Madonna di Saviore, a church on top of on of the hills. Our plan seemed flawless: let the bus do all the work going up and we'll just walk down. Turns out, the bus doesn't go all way up. It leaves about 1km and 200 m below. By the time we figured out how far below the church we were dropped off at we were halfway up the mountain. Naturally, we continued to the top. When we finally got there, now truely exhaused from two days of much more excessive hiking than we had anticipated, we had another Focaccia lunch. We then treked down the 465 m and 2.5 km to Monterosso, grabbed more gelati and ate it on the beach. I took a brief swim in the freezing Mediteranean waters. Leslie opted to lay out.
Today we took it easy. We got smart and took a bus from Vernazza up the inland hills and took the same bus back. We found an amazing Sicilian pastry shop, called Ristorante Il Pirata. I had the Ricotta croissant for breakfast and what could be my 20th cappucino on this trip.
I also wanted to update a bit about Florence, but I'm going to opt to keep it short. Florence was a wonderful city. It was less busy than Rome, but it seemed like there were more tourists. We went to 5 museums in Florence. Much as we are all hiked out now, I was very museumed out by the end of Florence. At this point I am probably in the 99th percentile for most marble busts seen in a lifetime. Michaelangelo's David is quite incredible. It's unbelievable that someone could create a work of art like that from a large block of marble.
Here are some pics:
First, Leslie and I at the Palitine with the Colosseum in the background
Next, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome at night
Eating pesto pizza in front of the Pantheon
Florence at night
Last, I know it's nerdy, but we're missing this guy: