06/10/2009 § 6 Comments
This is the Ligurian coast as seen through a dirty train window.
My best friend was headed that way for a conference and so we made a trip out of it. No, I’m lying. She’s scared to fly and needed company. So then we decided to make a trip out of it. We got to Milan early in the morning, jumped on a train to Genua and then hit the coast. After about an hour and a half we arrived in one of my favorite spots on the planet. The Cinque Terre, google it if you have doubts. We strolled up and down the seaside walkaway, had a great dinner of anchovy pizza, chased with a lot of wine (and really do mean a lot, we know how to drink, alright), then had some ice cream and walked on the beach. Then we sat in the harbor for an hour – it was late but really warm and the salty breeze coming from the sea was wonderful.
The next morning we got up reasonably early, had a great breakfast of espresso and foccacia and hit the hiking paths between the villages. It was sunny and warm and gorgeous and entailed shorts, sandals, sun glasses, sun screen, cold drinks and all those other things that you don’t usually expect to be getting involved in October. I went for a swim in Vernazza, then we picked up some more snacks and headed for some more hiking. We got to the next village just in time for the sunset, then went back on the train, all salty and disheveled, to have dinner and drinks in Monterosso.
It’s almost impossible to explain what a little bit of sun and warmth does to a person. No wait, what am I saying. It’s very easy. And if you’ve been following, you just might have a fairly good idea of what the lack of it can do, too.
Anyway, the next day we packed our bags and sat in the port for about 2 hours, just chatting and soaking up the sun. It was scorching and I just could not believe that it was already October. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to live someplace like this, where summer doesn’t really end until the begining of November and winter is only a mild passing affair. And not to mention, a place where people are laid back and relaxed and meals are a daily ritual. This last part is an inside joke, by the way, so don’t expect to get it unless you’re Lucy.