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• Monterosso al Mare, Cinque Ter

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    Monterosso al Mare (Monterosso by the sea) is known as the resort town of the Cinque Terre. It is the only one of the five small villages that you can actually drive all the way to the town. It comes complete with beach umbrellas that are rentable and a very busy and thriving nightlife.

    One of the nifty things about Monterosso is that if you are on the beach, you can see each of the towns that make up Cinque Terre. It's especially pretty after dark, when each town is lit up and sparkles like diamonds in the night.

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• Monterrossa, Cinque Terre

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    Monterosso al Mare (Monterosso by the sea) is known as the resort town of the Cinque Terre. It is the only one of the five small villages that you can actually drive all the way to the town. It comes complete with beach umbrellas that are rentable and a very busy and thriving nightlife.

    One of the nifty things about Monterosso is that if you are on the beach, you can see each of the towns that make up Cinque Terre. It's especially pretty after dark, when each town is lit up and sparkles like diamonds in the night.

    Visit: http://www.my-cinque-terre.com/monterosso.htm

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• Monterosso al Mare

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    This is one of the 5 towns of Cinque Terre, Italy

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• Vernazza

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    On the footpath connecting Monterosso al Mare & Vernazza in Cinque Terre, Italy

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• Monterosso Stairs by Candlelig

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    An exquisite end to an all-too-brief side trip to Cinque Terre.

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• The Ligurian Sea from Monteros

  • From: Martrese
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    During a two-week stay in a Tuscan villa, my husband & I drove north and spent a night in the unbelievably charming hillside town of Monterosso al Mare (one of the five towns of the Cinque Terre area). It was one of the most memorable parts of our holiday. We were dining al fresco when the full moon rose over the sea. We didn't want the evening to end.

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• Monterosso al Mare, Italy

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• Monterosso Beach Umbrellas

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    Monterosso beach umbrellas in Cinque Terre

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• Monterroso on a rainy day

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    I was in Cinque Terre for 2 days only (wish I had more time).  On the first day, the sun was shinning and it was a bit hot for a late September morning... I decided to take the more laborius hike from Corniglia to Monterosso, which is at a higher altitude than the reuglar trail that most people do at Cinqure Terre.  It was well worth it, by the time I got to Monterosso, it was in the late afternoon.  The water was just so inviting and I took a swim and a nap on the beach.  The second day, it was rainy, the sea was rough.  Pictures on day two looked completely different from day one.  And the rain, clouds, and wind gave the place a more dramatic look.  Still, it was a beautiful place. 

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• 10 days and 5 cities in Italy:

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    After already having been to Rome, Siena and Florence we hopped on a 6:10am train to Cinque Terre in order to maximize our one day there. For those of you who don’t know, Cinque Terre means Five Lands in Italian, and it is basically 5 little towns on the coast of the Mediterranean connected by hiking trails, and trains for the less adventurous. By the time we got there, got our luggage stored and bought stuff for a picnic lunch it was about 11:00. We started off the hike at the fifth town, Monterosso, because we heard that the last 2 sections are the most difficult. That proved to be very true. We started off by immediately ascending nearly 300 rough-hewn stone stairs. I was worried that the rest of the hike would be that difficult and I wouldn't make it. But fortunately there weren't too many more stairs and while it was difficult, the beautiful views definitely made it worth it. I cannot describe how gorgeous the Mediterranean was, and even photos can't do it justice.
    
    Cinque Terre was by far my favorite place that we visited. It was so nice to be out of the city and get some exercise in a natural environment. I also loved the little town we stayed in that night. It is called Biassa, and in order to get there we had to take a bus that only came every 2 hours. The bus took us up this mountain side that was too steep to go straight up, so the road curved back and forth. We went back and forth so many times in this huge bus that felt like it was hanging off the mountain that we were all questioning where the heck we were going. But we got safely to the top and ended up in this quiet little town where all of the locals were so friendly. We ate at a little local pizza place for dinner, then went back to the hostel and basically just went to bed, since the town was dead and we were exhausted.
    
    The next day we got up at 5:45am to get a 7:10 train to Venice. Lets just say we had some problems getting there. We nearly missed the first train, then we had to transfer 3 times, and at the last transfer we got off one stop too soon and had to run about a kilometer across a town called Prato in order to get what we thought would be our last train. But when we got to Venice the train stopped at the wrong station so we got on another train to go to the right one, which we thought we had bought our tickets for initially. Turns out we hadn't, and got fined 26€ by the conductor for what would have been about a 2€ ticket had we known to buy one. But we finally made it to Venice at about 1:00 and after checking in to the hostel we started our sightseeing.
    
    The first thing we saw was the Doge's Palace, which is where the ruler of Venice lived, the houses of government met, and prisoners were kept. It was a really interesting place to see, especially since they had unusually good descriptions of each of the rooms posted. It also contains the largest oil painting in the world. By that night our strenuous pace was catching up with us and we were pretty tired. So we just made dinner and then sat by the grand canal. The next day was our final day in Italy, and we started off by taking a "vaporetto" (water bus) to the island of Murano, where Murano glass is produced. We got to see a demonstration, then walked around and looked in all of the showrooms. When we got back to Venice we went in to St. Mark's cathedral and looked around, then we headed to the Peggy Guggenheim museum. It is her private art collection, housed in her home of 30 years. The art there was more contemporary and interesting than everything else we had seen all week, and I think everybody enjoyed it the most. That night we were all so exhausted that we didn't want to walk too far to find a restaurant for dinner. So when we got out the door of our hostel we saw a Chinese restaurant and decided to go in. Pretty poor decision I must say, since it was the worst Chinese food I have had in my life. But I guess what can you expect from Chinese food in Italy?
    
    The next day I went to the airport and after a long day of traveling arrived back in Madrid. It was a very exhausting, but extremely memorable trip

     

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• That's Amore: Our Italian Adv

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    To celebrate the twentieth anniversary of our first date, my husband and I took a trip we'd long talked about but never gotten around to planning - a journey to Italy.  It was difficult deciding which areas of Italy to see, but we finally chose the Cinque Terre, Tuscany, and Rome.  To say our trip surpassed my wildest dreams would be an understatement.  Welcome to our Italian adventure!

    The Charming Cinque Terre

    After flying into Milan, it took several trains to reach the Cinque Terre (which means Five Lands), but it was completely worth venturing off the beaten path to visit this quaint, charming, and friendly coastal area of Italy.  The Cinque Terre consists of five small hillside towns that each looks like it's literally spilling into the ocean.  The towns have all been in existence since Medieval times and have the ancient lookout towers and historic stone churches to prove it.  The shops are quaint, the people are friendly, and the views are breathtaking.  We especially enjoyed just roaming the streets, as well as the twisting stairs and alleyways (which also qualify as streets in a place as old as the towns of the Cinque Terre,) taking pictures of lovely archways and windows, and watching the locals hanging their laundry out as they conversed from window to window.

    Getting Around the Cinque Terre

    Don't expect taxis here, and whatever you do, don't plan on renting a car.  In the Cinque Terre, there are three options: trains, hiking, and boats (although boats may not be available year round.)  Oceanside trails passing through olive groves and terraced vineyards connect the five towns of Monterossa, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore and are a lovely way to travel - but be warned, the trails get progressively more difficult the farther north you go.  So, based on your hiking ability, we advise hiking between the more southern towns and taking the train between the northern towns.  We used the low-priced Cinque Terre Treno Card, which admits you to both the trails and the trains.  And we sometimes found the train schedules difficult to follow in the Cinque Terre, so when arriving at the station, we advise asking a clerk when the next train to your destination is due.  Overall, the trains are a pretty easy way to hop between the towns if you choose not to hike or tire of it.

    Where To Stay in the Cinque Terre

    We chose to make the town of Manarola our home base.  It's the least touristy of the towns and we found our hotel, the Ca' d'Andrean simple but perfect for our stay.  It's a steep walk up the hill with luggage, but worth it for the view of lemon trees and terraced hillside gardens out our shuttered window each morning.  The staff here was especially helpful in mapping out future parts of our trip.  For nice, clean accommodations, we highly recommend the Hotel Ca' d'Andrean.

    While Manarola was our favorite, when we visit the Cinque Terre again, we will gladly consider staying in any of the other towns.

     

    Highlights of our Time in the Cinque Terre

     

    We found something truly unique and delightful at every turn in the Cinque Terre, so it's hard to narrow it down, but here are a few faves:

    1. The quaint, bustling Riomaggiore waterfront
    2. The especially charming Medieval streets of Corniglia (pronounced Cornelia, by the way)
    3. The view of Vernazza from the trail leading to Monterosso
    4. The ancient monastery high atop Monterosso

    Cinque Terre Fun Facts

    1. Cat lovers rejoice: Cats are plentiful in the Cinque Terre - you will see them everywhere you go, including on the trails.
    2. Residents of the Cinque Terre towns are more likely to own a boat than a car.
    3. Before the 20th century, each town was so isolated that most people married residents of their own tiny community.

    Finding Romance in the Cinque Terre

    Romance was pretty much everywhere here, but here are a few tips for romantic moments with your significant other:

    1. Look out over the Mediterranean by moonlight from Manarola's "vineyard walk."
    2. Dine on Vernazza's waterfront Piazza Marconi
    3. Stroll between Manarola and Riomaggiore on the wide promenade of the Via dell'Amore - the "walk of love."

    If you want to stop and smell the roses - or the sweet scents of lemon trees and lavender in the air - schedule some time for the Cinque Terre in your trip to Italy. We spent only two and a half days there and wished we'd had more time to simply soak up the slow-paced seaside charm of this traditional slice of Italy. Italian charm at its best.

    Under the Tuscan Sun

    From the Cinque Terre, we took the train to LaSpezia, where we rented a car. Warning: Driving a car in any sizable Italian city is a challenge when you can't read the signs and don't know the general rules and customs of the road. But once you get out of the city into more rural areas, driving is fine.

    Our plan to drive through Tuscany, hitting as many hill towns as possible along the way, worked out well. We spent two days meandering the twisting roads across rolling gold and green hills, stopping to soak up Medieval history along the way. It was amazing to be driving along and suddenly see an ancient fortified city appear in the distance.

    Where to Stay in Tuscany

    We made our home base at the Castel Bigossi, a lovely thousand-year-old castle in the heart of Tuscany near the fort town of Monteriggioni. It was off the beaten path, but we enjoyed the drive through the countryside, dotted with still more historic towns, each time we returned there. The exterior and grounds of the Castel Bigossi were lovely - the perfect Tuscan postcard - and the staff was friendly, talkative, and helpful. The interior was an unusual mix of modernity (spiral staircases and an elevator) and history (ancient wood beams on the ceiling of our bedroom) and all the rooms in the castel are spacious suites - more room than we needed, but we didn't mind. This would be a great place to stay for a longer visit than the two nights we spent there.

    Other thoughts on accommodations: Tuscany also boasts many agriturismos - these are working farms that also provide bed-and-breakfast type accommodations. And if you're more of a city person, all the hill towns offer rooms, as well.

    Getting Around Tuscany by Car

    Like I said above, once you're away from traffic, driving is a breeze, but be warned: Italian street signs and American street signs differ greatly. In Italy, roads are not marked with any sort of name or number, so it's hard to tell where you are most of the time, even when following a map. You are instead guided by arrows that point the way to the nearest town in any direction, and these tend to appear in groups at the frequent roundabouts.

    Also, be prepared for crazy drivers who will merrily pass on blind curves and motorcycle riders who consider it perfectly acceptable to pass between two cars without a lane. Our advice: Drive safely and normally, but be on guard.

    Medieval Hill towns Aplenty

    The Tuscan landscape is dotted with lots of Medieval hill towns, each with its own personality. Meandering through these places was fascinating not only because we were walking streets and seeing buildings that have been there for nearly a thousand years, but also because these are all still thriving communities where people live and work. Wandering the stone streets and piazzas, I expected to see knights in shining armor come riding up on horseback any minute.

    It would be difficult to see all the hill towns in the region (yes, there are that many,) so we picked a few that sounded especially appealing based on guidebooks and advice from our hotel staff. A few of our favorites were:

    1. Montepulciano: This is a must for wine-lovers, but even without being into wine, we enjoyed the Medieval sights here a great deal. We spent time hanging out at the large Piazza Grande with its unfinished Duomo, built around 1600.
    2. San Gimignano: Fabulous Medieval architecture, including fourteen remaining watch towers, some dating from the 10th century. And if that's not enough for you, this town also boasts the World's Best Gelato in 2006, 2007, and 2008 at the Pluripremaia Geleteria
    3. Montalcino: What made Montalcino outstanding for us was the fabulous castle-like fortezza (that's a fort) built in the 14th century. Dark clouds looming overhead while we were there made it appear particularly eerie.

    Note: As hill towns go, Siena is the largest in the region and pretty much considered a must-see. Personally, we were disappointed by how modern and commercialized even the historic part of town is (Foot Lockers and other American mall-type stores lined the stone streets.) But it's still worth a stop for the stunning Duomo, dating from 1215, and the huge Piazza Il Campo where a wild, no-rules horse race is run every July and August.

    But Back to the Rolling Tuscan Hillsides

     

    We made a small project out of locating some of the best-known postcard views of Tuscany's cypress-lined roads - a task made more difficult by the lack of road signs. However, before leaving home, we Googled on the topic and found other travelers' notes on how to reach some of these scenic spots. Finding them felt like a special victory! But with or without them, we came home with countless pictures of fields teeming with red poppies, villas flanked by vineyards, and some lovely cypress-lined roads we stumbled across on our own.

    Note: As we traveled the winding roads that criss-cross Tuscany, we were kept company by the abundance of American music on the radio - everything from Dionne Warwick to Bruce Springsteen to Green Day.

    Finding Romance in Tuscany

    Romance is pretty easy to find in Tuscany, too, but here are some recommendations:

    1. Enjoy in the stunning view from the walls of Montepulciano over a glass of their famous wine.
    2. Stroll the quiet town of Volterra after dark.
    3. Take a lazy drive along cypress-lined roads, delighting in fields of wild poppies, Italian villas, and ancient fortresses.

    Tuscany is a must-see for those who enjoy lovely, rolling landscapes. The rich Medieval history and striking hill towns are wonderful perks to this region teeming with romantic ambience.

    All Roads Lead to Rome

    All roads may lead to Rome, but here's a tip: leave your rental car at the airport and take the train into the city. Even that was a bit of a challenge - remember, Italians don't seem to value signage as much as we do in America - but it was still by far the best choice.

    You can look at Rome in two ways: it's a zoo or it's a party. Choose the party attitude and you'll have a much better time. This large, busy city seemed to have as many pedestrians as cars, and it was usually unclear who had the right of way, especially on small streets left over from older times.

    Getting Around Rome

    To walk or take the train around town? It's a toss-up. Rome is a walking city, but things are often farther away than they appear and you can put many a mile on your sneakers by day's end. On the other hand, some of the subway terminals were confusing to navigate and had broken ticket machines, or they were far enough out of the way that it just seemed simpler to walk.

    The streets are confusing - remember, this is a very old city, full of twists and turns. Our advice: Follow the signs toward major landmarks and don't be frustrated if you get lost. On one particular evening, after listening to street musicians for a while at the popular Piazza Navonna, we started the twisting trek toward our hotel, following signs and making good progress - we thought - until, about fifteen minutes later, we emerged right back onto the Piazza Navonna. We just looked at each other and cracked up laughing.

    Where to Stay

    We made our home in Rome the LaResidenzia Hotel, near the Via Venetta, a major thoroughfare. Despite the fact that two lap dance clubs sit directly across the street from the hotel, we were very happy with our choice - which is to say we never really saw any traffic at the clubs and they seemed very quiet. Like our other Italian accommodations, the staff was knowledgeable and friendly. Sitting areas in the lobby were spacious and elegant, our room was nice with lots of storage and a turn-down service, and a pretty good breakfast buffet was included in the price of the room.

    Ancient Rome - Walking Through History

    If you're a history lover, this is why you're here. We loved the Colesseum and the Forum, as well as Palatine Hill (where many Roman rulers built their palaces.) Our advice: It's worth it to pay for the tours here. Not only do you get good, interesting information along the way, if you enter with a tour, you bypass the long lines to get in.

    We spent a couple of hours roaming around the Colesseum, and more time outside, just taking pictures and enjoying the ambience of the area. As this was a sight I'd only dreamed of seeing, it felt almost surreal to actually be there. I had the same reaction to the Roman Forum and enjoyed knowing I was walking the same paths Julius Caesar and so many other historic figures had traveled. I found myself wanting to take a picture at every step to be sure I captured it all, and I truly felt the impact of being in the cradle of modern Western civilization.

    Roaming Around Rome

    Of course, there's much more to see here than just the ancient ruins. We enjoyed sitting on the Spanish steps, hanging out at the Trevi Fountain, touring the Pantheon (an amazing piece of ancient architecture,) and taking in the views from the Victor Immanuel Monument (although not as famous as some stops in Rome, you can't miss it on your way to the Colesseum - it's an enormous building that looks like a giant wedding cake.)

    Rome is filled with countless piazzas - or town squares - both great and small, and each has it's own personality. Some are large, sporting numerous cafes, shops, fountains, and street artists, while others are smaller and less busy. It was fun to be walking along a narrow street and suddenly exit into another new piazza and see what it had to offer.

    Adventures at the Vatican

    How many people can say they've been kicked out of St. Peter's Basilica? I don't know, but we are now among that number. More to come on that in a moment.

    First, some facts. This is another place where it's wise to pay extra and enter with a tour group - it cut our wait considerably and we truly got a lot out of the tour. Also, you must where clothing that covers your shoulders and knees to be admitted to St. Peter's Basilica.

    Our tour covered St. Peter's Square, the Basilica, and the Vatican museum, including the Sistine Chapel. Upon entering the Basilica, we'd barely gotten started when an angry man approached our tour guide and began yelling at her in Italian. She reported that we were being thrown out because he didn't believe we were a real tour group and that she'd bring us back later. Weird but true, and we never did really understand what happened there. But on with the show.

    We were, honestly, a little let down by the Sistine Chapel, which I'd long looked forward to seeing. It's an amazing piece of art, yes, but the ceiling is higher than I'd envisioned, so it's really pretty difficult to see. The whole room was packed with people craning their necks to try to take it in, which made everyone prone to bumping into each other. Plus you can't take pictures (understandable) and you can't talk (less understandable.)

    After the chapel, it was back to the church, but we had to pretend we were not a tour group. (Again, confusing, I know.) But we enjoyed the un-tour of the basilica and were taken aback by the scope and size. Particularly notable items in the church: the famous Pieta by Michelangelo, the enormous canopy marking the (official but who knows) burial spot of St. Peter, and a statue of St. Peter to which, tradition holds, one should hold onto the toe, make three wishes, and they will come true.

    One nice thing about being kicked out of St. Peter's Basilica: when we returned, hours had passed, and the sun shone through small windows in the dome, casting a heavenly glow on the floor, which made for amazing photos.

    A Few Tips for Your Time in Rome

    1. You can sit on Roman ruins in the Forum and Colesseum - they are so plentiful that they are literally set about to be used like park benches - but whatever you do, don't sit on the ground near the Trevi Fountain (policemen blew a loud whistle in my ear for this and looked at me as if I'd knowingly committed a heinous crime.) And definitely don't sit anywhere inside the Victor Immanuel Monument, where you will also be firmly chastised by a whistle-wielding guard.
    2. Hungry for a taste of home? McDonald's are everywhere in Rome, and we happened to visit what might be the fanciest one on earth - a two-story affair complete with marble stairs, replicas of famous Roman statues, and a separate gelato bar, dessert bar, and breakfast bar in addition to the normal counter.
    3. Need to use the bathroom? In Rome - and everywhere else in Italy - it's wise to carry some toilet paper or (as I opted for) individually packaged Wet Ones. Toilet paper just isn't a hot commodity there. And be prepared to find yourself squatting over a hole in the ground - which, oddly enough (to us Americans anyway,) usually come complete with fiberglass inserts around the hole, so that it's not dirty, but it's quite awkward and just makes you ask: Why? In Rome, we often took advantage of McDonald's bathrooms - they weren't the cleanest, but we knew we'd at least get a commode.
    4. Want to drink a Coke? Your best bet - again - is McDonald's. At gelato shops or bars (in Italy, a bar is what we think of as a quickie mart crossed with a snack stand or deli) you'll usually pay the equivalent of $3 or $4 for a 20 ounce bottle, and should you be unfortunate enough to be thirsty near the ancient sites, you may pay up to $8 at a portable concession stand.

    Finding Romance in Rome

    Rome is busier and a bit more challenging in ways, but you still need not look far for romance here:

    1. Toss a coin over your shoulder in the Trevi Fountain and it's said you will return to Rome.
    2. Share a bicycle built for two at the city's largest park, the Villa Borghese
    3. Share a bottle of wine on the Spanish Steps, then stroll the city as dusk turns to night. The Forum and Colesseum are particularly striking to behold at nightfall.

    Ah, Rome. Two-thousand years of history and culture and architecture. It's a lot to take in, but it would be a crime to visit Italy without fully embracing it's exciting, bustling capital.

    Ciao!

    We travel a lot, but our trip to Italy was truly the romantic adventure of a lifetime.

    Final tip: Take your time exploring romantic Italy, and eat a lot of gelato because it's just not as good at home, no matter what anyone says.

     

     

     

     

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• Picturesque Manarola

  • From: blairherzog
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    The picturesque town of Manarola was our home base in the Cinque Terre. The Cinque Terre means "Five Lands" and is comprised of five small towns near the Italian Riviera. These towns, which have been spilling down the mountainsides since Medieval times, are small communities that give a taste of traditional Italian life. Above the towns, the hillsides are terraced with grapevines and lemon trees. We stayed in Manarola, the least touristy of the towns, and loved it. Everywhere we went in this area, the fresh air was filled with sweet scents.
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• Cinque Terre: Three of

  • From: caringinthemoment
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    On our honeymoon, Tom and I fulfilled a lifelong dream to hike the world-famous Cinque Terre walk, connecting five beautiful cliff-dwelling towns along the Mediterranean Sea in Northern Tuscany. In the end, we made it about halfway through the 12-mile walk. Here, we bring you along on this beautiful day. Come join us!
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• Falling in Love in Italy is Ea

  • From: jacks4teen
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    My lastest trip to Italy in September 2008 was the one where family and friends hoped that I would find the love of my life. Although I was unable to bring back someone, I did in fact fall in love. Italy always has its way with me in that area. Read my journal below to find out more about my love affair in Italy.

    My Italian Journey- September 2008

    I returned to Italy this time on my own secretly hoping to find the love of my life. After all, it only seems natural that he is here: visiting, living, or vacationing. Probably his name is Luca or Antonio. Maybe he has dark brown eyes that radiate warmth and passion. His slightly gelled dark brown hair glistens in the sun. His long, prominent nose houses his Gucci sunglasses- probably no?

    What I’ve discovered instead immediately upon arrival in Milan is that it is Italy that I yearn for. The feeling of complete peace and inexplicable joy when I bust out the airport doors and see him, breathe him, wrap my arms around him. Ah yes, it is Italy I am in love with. It is Italy I am passionate about. He makes me cry happy tears, breathe relaxing breaths, and brings comfort to my soul. He even brings a satisfied night of relaxed and tranquil sleep. Italy- I wish I could bring you back to meet my friends and family and be with you forever. Allora, some things are better left where they are and so today I return after two years without being near you. Lago Di Como is my first stop. My arms are wide open. It is so good to see you again.

    Lago di Como

    Ciao! You look beautiful as usual. The colors of your cobblestone roads continue to take my breath away. Oh and your cliffed terrain landscape along the green/blue freshwater lake ain’t looking so bad either. Have you been working out? I visited Garibaldi Square and sat for awhile to absorb your beauty. Yes, I did have a gelato- un piccolo pistachio per favore. E molte bene, certo! I walked with you along the waterfront and took a good look at you. I remember you looking this way when I saw you last along the Amalfi. Remember? It was 2006 and my brother was there. Sono molto stanca. I kiss you goodnight. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for us tomorrow. Buona notte mio amore.

    Como e Bellagio

    Today I took the funicola with you to see the landscape overlooking Como. Che benissima! Even though it was a bit overcast in the morning, being with you made everything brighter. After stopping for pizza-prosciutto e funghi e un bichierre di vino bianco we continued our journey to Villa Carlotta. Buon Giorno Principessa you said! Carlotta was a princess from Prussia and we walked together through her gardens of flowers, bamboo, and fountains. You told me that if you could you would build me a villa. Villa Jackalina! One sculpture moved me immensely- amore e psiche. Yes, it is true love of the body and mind.  It reminded me of my love for you. Allora, andiamo a Bellagio. We took a night cruise along Lago di Como. Che magnifico! Bellagio was such a small port village but very beautiful. After our meal of eggplant, risotto, panna cotta, e vino we headed back to our hotel in Menaggio. Buona notte amore. A domani- Porto Venere e Regione di Cinque Terre. Baci!

     Porto Venere

    Today was breathtaking. You took me to Porto Venere in the Cinque Terre region. It reminded me of my father’s home town of Polizzi with its beautiful cobblestone walkways between houses. It was quite magical. I took so many pictures today of the port and the family oriented village. Each one is more exquisite than the next. You were so romantic and charming today. I almost cried with joy. I suppose I should be strong since tomorrow we journey to Cinque Terre. It is what I have been anticipating the most.I must get some sleep now. Sweet dreams. A domani my love.

    Cinque Terre

    This morning you took me to Cinque Terre by boat. Although the seas were rough by my standards, being with you at the port was worth it. We visited two towns- Monterosso and Vernazza. Che bellisima! Everything is beautiful here. I only attribute it to my love for you. Monterosso was larger than Vernazza but both were very quaint villages. Ho comprato mia shiarpe prima in Monterosso. It is lilac and will go well with black. I hope to wear it soon.  We took the train from Monterosso to Vernazza and then to La Spezia where we were picked up by coach bus.Tomorrow I meet you in Genoa. Buona notte. I must sleep since I see you early in the morning.

    Genoa

    We arrived in Genoa today. The first signs of a city! It was nice because I bought my first handbag here. Yes, it is lovely I agree. You always give me such beautiful things. At the port, I saw an international wonderland. People from different countries speaking different languages.  It was wonderful! Tomorrow we venture to Milan and I am very excited. I might be able to finally dance with you. I look forward to it. A domani. I must sleep again.

    Milan

    Well, you are quite sophisticated and chic in Milano. Aside from Roma, we were amidst the most international piazza I have ventured to. Do you remember dancing along Corso Como? I had a wonderful time too! We visited the Duomo, the elaborate cemetery, the Castella, La Scala, and the cathedral. All were beautiful of course. I enjoyed window shopping in most areas of San Babila and Lima. I aced the metro. We visited Ticinese with their little canal waterways. I loved being with you in Milano. Arriverderci!

    Venice

    Holy waterways! I caught up with you first in the Jewish ghetto after taking a ferry to Venice. How cool! Our concierge told us how great Venezia is now to raise a family. It amazes me that there are no cars here. Only boats and narrow walkways are the way for transportation. It was so very quiet and peaceful at night since I did not hear any city traffic. Again, you always amaze me and bring peace to my soul. I’ll see you in the morning. Meet me in San Marco Square.

    I saw you immediately after taking my private boat to San Marco Square. I felt like a movie star in the piazza with pigeons at my feet. I visited Doges Palace and saw the works of art and sculptures. We took a walk from San Marco to the Rhialto Bridge and then along to San Leonardo. What a walk! Did you know that our hotel, Residenza Cannaregio, was once a convent? Si, e vero! Our gondola ride was my first along the Grand Canal. It was one of the most romantic moments I’ve shared with you. I loved being with you and sharing my journey once again.

    I am in the states now waiting for my flight in New York City. I’ve left you once again but will return my love to pick up where we left off. Buona Sera and Arriverderci Italia. Ti amo sempre!

     

     

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    [Continued from Part 1 . . . .]

    That's right, I haven't described the place we are staying. Just below the city, in the middle of several hectacres of Brunello vineyard, we found a three apartment building, constructed completely of rock and completely renovated with all the comforts of home. I think even the bed was made of rock. We had a large bedroom, bathroom and combination kitchen / dining room. It was furnished with huge, beautiful antiques. Just out the front door was a pea gravel patio with bistro table and chairs, looking out for miles and miles across the valley below. They had just finished the harvest but the vines still had a few grapes, sweet as the wine itself (yep, we tasted them - - hope they were organic). They had chickens as well. Yep, we were right at home. Despite the language barrier, we quickly became friends with Nonna. One morning, I heard a knock on the door, finding her standing there with a small cake she baked us. All I knew was to say "Gratzie" about 423 times (Paulette get out of the bathroom and come talk!) That cake became breakfast, together with cafe latte, most mornings. We gave her flowers before leaving. I think she liked us . . .

    You know, I just realized I missed a day. I will try to figure that out later. Anyway, back to dinner - - Wednesday, out last day in Montelcino. Leave it to my wife to have a dinner party in Italy, inviting an Italian to dinner (or at least a Vancouver Italian). Salami, parmesan, white beans, pasta with tomato sauce and wine. Boy, she can cook. We sat around, true Italian style, talking till late in the night. Lisa is now a true friend - - even on Facebook!

    Ah hah! The missed day . . . . Sienna! We actually went to Sienna Monday and Cortona Tuesday - - - just bump the Montalcino days forward in your head. I thinks that is why I didn't want to drive all the way to Cortona, too much driving. Anyway, Sienna was about an hour. Though it is a really, really touristy town, there is a reason. The main piazza is huge, the Piazza del Campo, lined with a few shops and tons of restaurants. We had to park a ways away and walk through small streets lined in incredibly old buildings to get there. I cannot imagine the look on my face when we stepped into the piazza. Again, hopefully, my pictures can tell the story. We walked around, went to the Duomo (Cathedral) and settled into lunch and tourist watching (our favorite pastime as long as wine is involved). Massive groups filed in, following their leader who held a flag raised aloft as identification. All nationalities - - this is truly a tourist oriented town. But, at the same time, annually the Piazza Del Campo is filled with people, covered in dirt and a horse race is run where today there are tables for us to eat and watch tourists. I don't know the full history but suffice it to say, this is a popular and historic race (a little older that the Kentucky Derby I should say). While eating lunch, a gentleman wanders by poking fun at the tourists, squirting them with water, tickling their heads with combs and brushes (always turning just as they realized it and acting completely non-chalant), blowing whistles at them and generally making good fun of them. Ends up P remembers this guy from 5 years ago in the same place. The tourists, oblivious to his antics, have to wonder why all those seated and eating are cracking up at the spectacle. Well worth the couple of euros everyone threw in his hat. I am just amazed no one has ever punched him - - - perhaps they have!

    Thursday, off to Radda in Chianti. The Chianti region, makers of another of my favorite wines. P stayed here 5 years ago with her family. We had nowhere to stay. Now, I shall mention, we had speculated on returning to a place we stayed last year in the Piemonte. We contacted them to find no availability due to the "high season". Did I mention we had nowhere to stay? We park wander into this very, very small town and search out the tourist office (all towns seem to have one) for a map and suggestion. Next thing you know, we are at lunch in a small bar where we end up staying two nights in a room right above us. Great place, cool view of town, again though, bed made out of rocks, steel, spikes, whatever medieval torture devise fits best in your mind here. While eating, I fretted about our car which was parked in an hour space. By hour space, I mean that you set this little cardboard clock like dial, showing the time you arrived and place it on your dashboard. An hour later, you may receive a ticket. Simple but cool, huh???? Anyway, a space opened up right out the window and therefore a story or so below the bar - - - perfect place for us to carry in our suitcases. So, I grabbed the keys and ran for the car (it’s the only way she let me touch them). Finally, I get to drive - - - wrong way down a one way street, quick u-turn and bam, in the space. Only one person yelling what I presume to be "you cannot go that way" in Italian. Simultaneously, another two spaces open and a kind hearted local takes one, or both, by parking right in the middle of the two to which my wife, well into lunches' liter of red, leans out the window using international sign language to say "__itch, pick a space" (sorry about the language, but its accurate), not realizing I already had a space. I shall mention here that that 90 seconds behind the wheel comprised the total time allotted to me during 11 days in Italy. Boy, sure am glad I paid for that international driver's permit before heading over there - - money well spent! Anyway, that sweet local girl struggling with her parking luckily came to the same bar for her lunch . . . . ironic isn't it. Fortunately for P, I faced her while P had her back to her. Italians glare really, really well. After lunch we went to the house P's family had rented 5 years ago - - - seriously, a church, not a house. She said there was a wedding there while they were staying. It was amazingly cool and gorgeous of course.

    Dinner that night was a highlight again, a restaurant P went to 5 years ago in the middle of a vineyard. Very nice. They started us with a glass of Prosecco. I am still not entirely sure exactly how Italians eat their dinner, nor their lunch for that matter. Every menu for every meal has appetizers, primi (first course), secondo (second course), side dishes, and desserts. Of course espresso is a given. By the way, order an espresso lungo or longo (I never figured out which). But, they draw it out longer so it’s not quite so strong and has more liquid to enjoy. Italians seem to always put massive quantities of sugar in theirs. I think I prefer black. (Don't they say once you have had it . . . . .) Anyway, back to meals. Primi courses are pastas or risottos. These are quite filling and rarely have meat. Still, a meal unto themselves. Secondo tends to be just meat - - I guess being why they offer veggies and other sides. Appetizers, crostini, bruschette, among others, are often too tempting to skip. All I know is that if they order one of each with every meal, they would be fatter than Americans! So, we each had a pasta and a secondo as well, followed with espresso and a shared desert. I had veal (yes, I know and I am sorry - - not really - - it was too good to feel bad). It literally melted in your mouth. The service, the food, the company - - - good night.

     

    Friday, Firenza, here we come! This is a massive city with a massive traffic and parking problem. I am not sure how, but Paulette managed to find the one parking deck with a market right outside. We skipped the stuffed pig and went straight to antique linens (oh joy!). Finally, off to the historic center of town. With no map, P heads for the river (maybe she should navigate after all . . .) We finally got there, after walking about 25 block out of our way (okay, no she shouldn't). I did work up an appetite! Florence is amazing; the buildings are so old and so historic, it’s a little difficult to fathom. We only had a day so we had to pick carefully, first stop, tickets to see David, Michelangelo's masterpiece. We gotta give Uncle Ed props here (a little urban vernacular for the uninitiated). He found out years ago that the masses stand in the blazing sun for hours to get in. The rest, us included, walk up to a ticket window across town, pick a time and are handed a ticket for the grand additional cost of 4 euros each, about $11.00. Then, at your time, you simply walk up to the Accademia, past the sweating, irritable throngs and straight into the building. Go Uncle Eddie - - you rock! The art there is amazing, paintings almost 1,000 years old with lots of angels and cherubs - - really amazing stuff. There are even several unfinished carvings showing various stages of Michelangelo's progress and technique. But then, you walk into the main hall and there is David, schlong and all. We have all seen pictures, maybe years ago in high school. But, I now understand the majesty and why P insisted we come (the schlong). I expected life size. He is actually about about15 feet tall, solid white marble and over 500 years old. His head, hands and feet are larger in proportion to the body. And, well, you know what they say about guys with big hands and feet - - - (yes now I know why P wanted to see it, err, I mean, him, again). He really looks like he could just step off the pedestal and walk over to you. Amazingly, he actually was outside in a piazza until about 130 years ago. His feet and shoulders show wear but this is the most amazing piece of art I have ever seen (sorry Smithsonians). We also visited the Duomo. It is the single largest church I have ever seen. I cannot imagine the cost to construct it today. But, one observation is that it could really use a good pressure washing. I have never seen so much dirt and grime in my life. I guess 1,000 years worth is a lot of dirt! That night, we ate back at our bar, grazing one dish at a time from several hours watching locals congregate for wine, espresso or a bite to eat. P's assistant asked us to bring her a little Italian man back. We did. She has a 5 inch statue of David, anatomically correct David, to snuggle up to at night. Sleep well Susan . . .

    Saturday was a whirlwind day. We left Radda for San Gimignano - - - again a town not high on my list but at the top for Paulette due to the vino bianco (white wine) produced there. The town is really high on a hill and has massively tall towers - - 14 of them. These are all that remain of the once 70 plus such towers. You will have to see the pictures. Parking is atrocious as there is none in town and people fight to park along the streets. We lucked into a good one and walked into the walled town, wandering amongst the tourists. Another aside, when parking in lots and issued a ticket upon entry, you must insert that ticket into the "Pay Here" machine, pay and received the now validated ticket. That ticket is then inserted in the machine at the exit so that the arm raises and you drive onward. P was nice enough to explain this to the two rather grouchy Americans (and not very thankful I might add) who tried about 1,823 times to insert their unpaid ticket into the machine to exit all while 432 cars sat "patiently" behind them. (Okay, artistic license again but they were damn annoying - - glad I had P to figure things like this out) In San Gimignano, there are lots of shops and restaurants - - very touristy. But, for some reason, this place struck a chord in me. I want to return. We wandered the town, had a wonderful lunch and found a shop of handmade clothes sold by the mother of the designer. Paulette, upon much deliberation, ended up with a very expensive dress but one that is too cool for words (hello boot camp). It will get much wear this holiday season so you will see pictures if nothing else. We contemplate having a pattern made from it and selling these things. (Hey it ain't patented here so back off!) The designs of all her clothes were amazing. The fun part is that P needed the ladies' help to put it on and tie it. We will see how I do in her place! Leaving there, we headed to Pisa, getting there as the majority of the crowds were already gone. I couldn't be that close and not see the tower. Unfortunately, a couple of levels had scaffolding around them. It is still difficult to understand how the tower doesn't fall over. Also, that thing is over 1,000 years. Though it was great to see, the best part was the people taking pictures, angling just so it looks like they are holding the tower up - - - yes, we did the same. (I still think its dorky honey) Also, I love the boxers with the "leaning tower" printed on the front . . . slightly more class than the boxers with David's, um, his, um, well, you know printed on the front. Then, on to the Italian Riviera. We were hoping to make the northern Cinque Terre before stopping. We didn't. Of note, the Italian Riviera shuts down October 1st - - - as in the hotels cut their lights off, shutter their windows and close down - - not good for finding a room. Finally we did. Not a bad place as long as you don't want shower doors. Maybe they were fixing them and replaced only one? Anyway, lets hope no one was in the room beneath us or they shared our shower with us (oh, kinky). Even there we managed to find a great place for dinner. Then, we sat on the roof of the building so I could smoke a Cohiba (Cuban of course). Figures, my one cigar the entire trip, dry as the Sahara or at least it was until I tossed it into the water. So much for smoking (Yes, I know, I shouldn't smoke. I am like Clinton, I don't inhale - - now where is that blue dress). Better beds though, more gravel than rocks. Imagine for a moment, if you would, Panama City, before the 30 story high rises, full of 1920's hotels - - cool and grotesque all at once. I can not imagine it in June. I don't want to imagine it in August when the entire country shuts down and goes on vacation to the coast. But, I would love to come back and see it in May! Yes, I am a sucker for all things Italian.

    Final day, Sunday the 12th. Back on the road, up to Monterosso, the northern most town in the Cinque Terre, the five cliff towns on the coast (we stayed in Vernazza last year). But first, a walk on the beach - - odd how warm it was on an October morning. Several people were walking their dogs and a few were lying out. But, the highlight was a sailboat grounded on the beach. Even though it had been there for some time, P tried to push it to the water and take a sail . . . well, we at least have pictures. On the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again . . . .

    Now, my question is, "Why wouldn't my wife let me drive in Italy?" I think I know the answer. Actually anyone that knows me and has experienced European drivers will know the answer - - - I would be too good at it. Let me explain. I have decided that Italy never wins a war (at least without our help) because they have an inherited inability to comply with rules. If you are in a church that says no photos during the Gregorian chant, invariably, an Italian is snapping a photo. David? No photos allowed - - - of course unless you are Italian. It’s your heritage. It’s your right. Driving is even worse. They have speed limits, or at least so the signs indicate. But, I have it on good authority that no one ever gets pulled over for speeding. Instead, Italians have devised a brilliant system to deter speeding. They install speed cameras everywhere, autostradas (highways), back roads, small towns, everywhere. You drive by, it clocks you and snaps a photo (I did see a few with trash cans or bushes conveniently just in front of the camera portion) Many a tourist has flown down a road unknowingly racking up tickets only to be greeted with extra charges by the car rental company a few weeks after return - - it really can add to the cost of a trip. However, once you have gotten to know the lay of the land, these are easy enough to avoid - - - they politely post massive signs just before each speed camera to tell you such a camera is just ahead! Yes, Italians have it right, not just a random warning that we may use radar, may use laser, may have a speed camera, they actually tell you "SLOW DOWN IDIOT OR YOU WILL GET A TICKET!" Now, if I just could read Italian . . . . So, here is how it goes, you are on an Autostrada, doing oh, about 160 in a 90. Luckily, unless there is heavy traffic, no one stays in the left lane. If you get caught there, you must, and I repeat, must have one eye on the car you are passing and five eyes on the rear view mirror (neat, six eyes). Otherwise you will not notice the Ferrari bearing down on you. In my wife's case, you freak out, turn on your blinker and try to punch the gas of your Peugeot (Push-go) as she calls it, while heavily sweating and praying the Ferrari doesn't shoot you or run you off the road. In all honesty though, traffic works great. You get in the left hand lane only to pass and do so very quickly so as not to inconvenience those driving faster. So, the speed cameras - - - again, going 160 in a 90, sign for speed camera, slam on brakes and pass camera doing 90. 25 meters later? Punch the gas and do 180 for a while to make up for the inconvenient decrease in speed. So, why can't I drive in Italy? Cause I would pass the Ferrari and make all those prideful Italians feel inferior as a result of my superior driving ability. Don't want be ungrateful for the great vacation they are allowing us to take. Plus, we would get everywhere entirely too fast leaving excess time for sightseeing, enjoying wine, etc. Yes, we couldn't have that now could we? (Seriously honey, can I drive a little next year??????) Anyway, you think the cars are bad, well they are. I love a country that has a hand on the wheel and a finger on the hazard lights. When you hit those inevitable times of slamming the brakes, you quickly hit the hazards to kindly alert those around you. What, you say the brake lights would warn those behind? Maybe for your average American. But, in Italy, drafting is an art. You are morally (maybe legally) obligated to actually touch the bumper of the car in front of you until you have the opportunity to pass. By opportunity, I don't mean to imply a passing lane or anything crazy as such. I simply mean a ninety degree hair turn going up a mountain with a truck, bicycle and two old people walking along the side of the road and coming the other way - - - perfect opportunity to pass. Hey, could I have my bumper back? I think it’s stuck to the front of your car! Oh yeah, the motorcycles. I really would love to know the death rate. First off, it is bad enough that they consider the emergency lane as designed solely for them (and get quite mad when cars have the audacity to use it - - - which happens frequently as well), they actually seem to think it perfectly acceptable to pass between cars. Literally, you are driving side by side with another car, boom, motorcycle coming in-between you, with a passenger on back no doubt. I still don't know how we have mirrors left on our car. Oh yeah, stop lights are also only an opportunity for motorcycles to take their true birthright and move to the front of the line of traffic. Not only to they go between you, they actually cut in front of you, going perpendicular to traffic, getting mad if you pulled too close to the vehicle in front to allow them to cross in front of you. You think driving a motorcycle in America is bad . . . . . . . how do they survive? So, needless to say, I was allotted only my 90 seconds of driving and we arrived everywhere much later than necessary without use of the proper driving techniques.

    Anyway, back on the road, last day, to the Cinque Terre? Why? Beach glass. Yes, more valued than gold or platinum (but not San Gimignano dresses). There is nothing like picking up trash from the sea to complete a trip to a far away country. Yes, we do plan trips based upon the expected quality of the beach glass - - or at least P does. By the way, in case you are not initiated, beach glass is old fragments of glass that end up in the sea, worn by the waves and colored by the salt, they turn into beautiful pieces of art, just waiting on some beaches to be collected by my wife. Why the Cinque Terre? Old, rocky coasts and we found a ton last year. The drive to Monterosso is anything but easy. First through a small town on the coast inundated with tourists and lacking even a 2 inch gap in which a park (and not even officially part of the Cinque Terre). Then along a valley, up a mountain, along the mountain and back down the other side of the mountain. (Did you know Italy is so mountainous????) Then, park, halfway up the mountain, and walk down. Wait till you see the parking job P did - - - 45 degree incline, maybe a total of 10 inches to spare between the length of our car and the width of the parking space, parallel parking, with a stick shift. Of course I will not mention the U-turn in the middle of the road with the multitude of aforementioned motorcycles bearing down on us, telling us, in international sign language, that we are number one - - - that is what they were saying, right? Yelling encouragement in Italian that we couldn't quite understand (didn't want to understand). Anyway, the parking was masterful. How you fit in such a small space under such conditions, with a clutch and don't even bump either car . . . impressive. Once we walked down the hill, P immediately found a rack of clothes to try on. Nope, no beach glass there. We wandered the streets for a while before deciding to grab lunch - - two of the largest salads you have ever laid your eyes on. Literally, people walked by asking what we were eating so they could order the same. Then, down to the water. Not much of a beach though. But wait, a tunnel, through the mountain to the other side with a glorious beach awaiting us. So, I take off shoes and socks, roll up my jeans and walk on the largely rock beach, pebbles near the water. Not much beach glass to find but, of the crowd on the beach, several ladies were clearly "European" if you catch my drift. Problem is, most "European" sunbathers tend to be 60+ and not the most fit of ladies. So, as novel as it is to take note of their sunbathing, it really is like watching a train wreck. You don't want to watch but you cannot quite take your eyes off. No supermodels in Monterosso that day! A glance at my watch and time to head back. Of course, we had to make the obligatory stop in some 127 shops on our way out (or was that 128). Then that hill. Did I mention we had parked up the hill? Let’s say I no longer had a shirt on by the time we reached the car - - - yes, slow train wreck. Then, out of the space (again, didn't even bump the other cars), up the mountain, over the mountain and on to Milan, two hours away. Right? Not so fast, road construction and the closing of a lane change that whole dynamic of no one driving in the left lane except to pass. So, two and a half hours of bumper to bumper traffic later (hey, how you like driving that stick shift now honey????), we arrive at our hotel 15 km from the airport.

     

    Not great but not bad. We do have shower doors this time and I believe the bed is made from steel rather than rocks - - a definite improvement. On to dinner. We wandered into town, a few blocks away. McDonald's? Haven't really seen any of these. Nah, not our last meal. Let's see, bar, bar, bar, bar, restaurant anywhere? Nope! Finally, we head back toward the hotel for dreaded hotel food. But wait, what light through yonder door shines as masses of people walk in (not great for the service)? A restaurant. Food, at last. Actually this was a great dinner, salad, a pizza for me and pasta almantriccia (don't check my spelling for that one) for P. We are supposed to share but I think she likes her dish more than my pizza. Desert? Fruits of the forest with a scoop of ice cream. Now, that hit the spot! Was there a meal I had without espresso? Don't think so. Back to the hotel for packing - - not an easy task. First, check the flight. Finally, somewhere with internet. Midweek, we checked and 40+ seats were available in coach, only one in business. Paulette was first on the list, I was forth. Looks like I am eating crackers while she sucks done Pinot Noir with her filet. Shoot, more people have listed. P still first, me still fourth - - now picture me doing the running man, midnight, tired, in our hotel in Italy - - - 6 business class seats available. Pinot for me???? We will see. We actually had three suitcases on the trip over, one for each of us and a carryon with a few things for each in case our luggage was lost (a sometime casualty for the stand-by traveler). But, I packed a collapsible duffle in my suit case. First, antique wine bottle - - - cattycorner in the carryon. Ain't no one touching my prize. Dirty clothes and shoes in the duffle. Two large suitcases left, 18 bottles of wine to back. With memories of losing a bottle of white in transit last year (yeah, remember getting called up to the airport counter to be told our suitcase was "leaking"?), we packed carefully. Jeans on bottom, pants lining the sides, wine, some boxed, some wrapped in socks, in the middle, polar fleece over the top. Weight, dead on I would say. God, you don't want to have to try and re-pack in the airport if the weight is off. Zip them up and off to sleep. Wait, no wake up call (not that nice of a hotel), no alarm clock, we don't have a travel alarm (Christmas is coming up you know) and just my little blackberry - - which still is on Georgia time and shuts off from 11:00 pm until 6 am  - - to wake us up. Did I set it right, will we wake up, is the car going to get towed? Bed of steel. Yep, I slept really well.

    To the airport. First a bite of breakfast at the hotel. Do not, I repeat, do not, order American coffee in Europe. Stick to the espresso or cappuccino. In the car, only 15 km to go. No repeat of the autobahn and Stuttgart this year . . . . . . . . suspense building . . . . . . . . . okay, it took us about 10 minutes to get there. No mishaps, until . . . . suspense building . . . . P thought she turned in the wrong place at the airport. I will give her credit. It is difficult to find "car rental return" in Italian. Back out to the road??? No, not when you can do a U-turn just before entering the parking lot (more people telling us we are number one), then back out on the road. Oh, wait, that was the right place. OPPS! Into the airport, on the plane, both in first class. I think I will start with the Sauvignon Blanc - - after that champagne of course. Yeah, I know, it’s only 10:30 in the morning but its 4:30 am in Georgia and I never really went to sleep anyway. Let’s just say I am out partying late. After all, it’s not like I have to go to work tomorrow . . . . . or do I??????

    Yeah, Italy was cool . . . 

     

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• The prize at the end, a dip in

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    During our Italian Holiday in July of 2006 we just had to do the famous hike between the five villages in Cinque Terre, even though we were warned it might be too much for our 9 and 6 year old daughters. We reasoned we could always get off the trail at any of the villages and take the train back to Riomaggiore and our hotel. As you can see, the trail starts off as more of a promenade ambling lazily along the water's edge between Riomaggiore and Manarola, where it's actually called the via dell'amore, or walk of love. Once pass Manarola however, the trail immediately narrows and heads straight up the cliff with heart-stopping views of the rocks and water below. Between Corniglia and Vernazza the trail is truly at its most difficult, winding up and through vineyards and actually containing a series of stairs that would put any serious stair machine aficionado to the test. (the picture of the girls where they're NOT happy was immediately after the stairs) Pass Vernazza things start to calm down a little, and the reward at the end is a dip in the Ligurian Sea at Monterosso, followed by a fun train trip back through all the villages in an old train on tracks cut straight through the cliffs that open out onto stunning views. Absolutely necessary items for hiking the Cinque Terre: sturdy sneakers or sandals, (we all did it in Teyva sandals), one water bottle per hiker, (you can refill in each village), swimsuits, (we wore ours under our clothes), and towels. My husband was our pack mule, and carried the towels and water bottles in a back pack.
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• The girls are NOT happy at thi

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    During our Italian Holiday in July of 2006 we just had to do the famous hike between the five villages in Cinque Terre, even though we were warned it might be too much for our 9 and 6 year old daughters. We reasoned we could always get off the trail at any of the villages and take the train back to Riomaggiore and our hotel. As you can see, the trail starts off as more of a promenade ambling lazily along the water's edge between Riomaggiore and Manarola, where it's actually called the via dell'amore, or walk of love. Once pass Manarola however, the trail immediately narrows and heads straight up the cliff with heart-stopping views of the rocks and water below. Between Corniglia and Vernazza the trail is truly at its most difficult, winding up and through vineyards and actually containing a series of stairs that would put any serious stair machine aficionado to the test. (the picture of the girls where they're NOT happy was immediately after the stairs) Pass Vernazza things start to calm down a little, and the reward at the end is a dip in the Ligurian Sea at Monterosso, followed by a fun train trip back through all the villages in an old train on tracks cut straight through the cliffs that open out onto stunning views. Absolutely necessary items for hiking the Cinque Terre: sturdy sneakers or sandals, (we all did it in Teyva sandals), one water bottle per hiker, (you can refill in each village), swimsuits, (we wore ours under our clothes), and towels. My husband was our pack mule, and carried the towels and water bottles in a back pack.
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• Vernazza - Cinque Terre

  • From: Live2vacation
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    I took this photo on the path between Monterosso and Vernazza. This is Vernazza.
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• View from the easy part, the v

  • From: pmerz
  • Description:
    During our Italian Holiday in July of 2006 we just had to do the famous hike between the five villages in Cinque Terre, even though we were warned it might be too much for our 9 and 6 year old daughters. We reasoned we could always get off the trail at any of the villages and take the train back to Riomaggiore and our hotel. As you can see, the trail starts off as more of a promenade ambling lazily along the water's edge between Riomaggiore and Manarola, where it's actually called the via dell'amore, or walk of love. Once pass Manarola however, the trail immediately narrows and heads straight up the cliff with heart-stopping views of the rocks and water below. Between Corniglia and Vernazza the trail is truly at its most difficult, winding up and through vineyards and actually containing a series of stairs that would put any serious stair machine aficionado to the test. (the picture of the girls where they're NOT happy was immediately after the stairs) Pass Vernazza things start to calm down a little, and the reward at the end is a dip in the Ligurian Sea at Monterosso, followed by a fun train trip back through all the villages in an old train on tracks cut straight through the cliffs that open out onto stunning views. Absolutely necessary items for hiking the Cinque Terre: sturdy sneakers or sandals, (we all did it in Teyva sandals), one water bottle per hiker, (you can refill in each village), swimsuits, (we wore ours under our clothes), and towels. My husband was our pack mule, and carried the towels and water bottles in a back pack.
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• We walked UP these stairs!

  • From: pmerz
  • Description:
    During our Italian Holiday in July of 2006 we just had to do the famous hike between the five villages in Cinque Terre, even though we were warned it might be too much for our 9 and 6 year old daughters. We reasoned we could always get off the trail at any of the villages and take the train back to Riomaggiore and our hotel. As you can see, the trail starts off as more of a promenade ambling lazily along the water's edge between Riomaggiore and Manarola, where it's actually called the via dell'amore, or walk of love. Once pass Manarola however, the trail immediately narrows and heads straight up the cliff with heart-stopping views of the rocks and water below. Between Corniglia and Vernazza the trail is truly at its most difficult, winding up and through vineyards and actually containing a series of stairs that would put any serious stair machine aficionado to the test. (the picture of the girls where they're NOT happy was immediately after the stairs) Pass Vernazza things start to calm down a little, and the reward at the end is a dip in the Ligurian Sea at Monterosso, followed by a fun train trip back through all the villages in an old train on tracks cut straight through the cliffs that opens out onto stunning views.
  • 1 year ago
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