Despite the overcast clouds, dooming us to a day of rain, we boldly ventured—as planned—to Cinque Terre. For the uninitiated, Cinque Terre is a collection of five coastal towns in the southern portion of
Unfortunately, when we arrived at Monterosso, the northernmost town, we learned that the rain (falling ever more heavily as our train inched forward on the tracks) was responsible for closing most of the main drag (known as Lover's Lane, leading it to be covered by young lovers with locks and keys in the style of the overhead gates). So, we hopped on the next locomotive in order to reach the southernmost town, Riomaggiore, and walk as far as we would be allowed—the next town over, Manarola.
We soon stopped for lunch and to dry off. Trofie Wife surprised herself by ordering, along with le piccolo messicano, an anchovy sandwich, lightly seasoned with oregano and butter. I figured that if I was going to give anchovies one last try, the organic heart of their homeland would be the place in which to do it. Boy was I surprised that I actually enjoyed them! The sandwich was luscious!
Post-mangare, Martello’s feline-like curiosity led us into every nook and cranny of Manarola. We finally wrapped up the day in Vernazza, the most tourist-trappy of the five towns. In addition to tasting some lovely lemon sorbetto (refreshing, despite our sogginess), we took a visit to the scenic tower, up a massive flight of steps (Trofie Wife declined to climb the actual tower, preferring to digest her gelato). I raggazi enjoyed the additional views. Here are some shots:
On our way home, we had to transfer at Sestri Levante, another coastal town Martello and I had yet to explore. Fighting exhaustion, we spent the 45-minute layover walking along the shore and through the centro; it's definitely worth returning to when the sun is shining.
Baci e gelato,
Martello e Trofie Wife