Cinque Terre

Cherie and myself on the roof terrace of the Albergo Amici

First Impressions

From the winding roads of Tuscany we reached the Ligurian coast, the Italian Riviera, our seaside getaway.  The bus dropped us off at the Levanto train station.  We all grabbed our bags and waited for the little local train for the Cinque Terre.  Cinque Terre literally means five lands or five villages.  This is exactly what they are, five little villages that hug the cliffs along the coast of Italy, hoping pirates don’t stop to pillage.  Only a few decades ago they were a little gem of a secret.  Well, here we are in the 21st century and the secret is out and it has become a popular destination for travelers around the globe.  Within fifteen minutes our little train had chugged its way to the seaside village of Monterosso al Mare.  Once we exited the train our group made its way to our hotel, Albergo Amici.

I don’t think I will ever forget the utter joy I had when I emerged from a tunnel to see the sandy beach and blue ocean of Monterosso.  I literally started jumping up and down.  It was so beautifaul and such a change of pace.  Elena had arranged with the hotel to have a little golf cart like transport with a wagon on the back to carry all of our bags so we didn’t have to lug them all of the way to the hotel.  I would have been fine and the Rick Steves company clearly states that you would need to be prepared to do just that.  But it was awfully nice to be several pounds lighter

At the hotel we picked up our bags and made our way to our rooms.  My room had an adjoining outside balcony with a couple of chairs.  At night I actually let the doors open to my balcony. I could have hosted a little party in my room if I wanted to.  The shower was wonderful.  Oh it is so nice to be able to relax in a good shower.  I had a nice, big queen sized bed.  The breakfast area was quite large with oodles of choices including getting hot beverages from a barista or a machine.

Monterosso is a seaside village which means it has a beach!  I wanted to immerse myself into the water of the Mediterranean.  I changed clothes and ran down for a little rest and relaxation.  When I got to the beach I discovered I was not the only tour member to have this idea.  I ran into Carla and Mark down at the beach.  It was so easy to float in the sea.  The salinity of the water was rather high so it just buoyed my body and I took the time to relax.  The bells of the local church rang out.  All I could think of was “This is not a dream.  I’m really here.”  I had been dreaming of being in Italy for so long.  Soon it was time to change and enjoy a dinner with the whole tour group.

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure — self-determined, self-motivated, often risky — forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

Dining by the Sea

My dinner at Piccolo Diavolo was a bit different than others due to my shellfish allergy.  Dinner started with fried seafood, mozzarella and tomato followed by pasta with homemade pesto sauce.  The Cinque Terre is known for its pesto and this did not disappoint. That is one thing about a Rick Steves tour.  They ensure that tour members experience food that is particular to the region that they are visiting.  I had an incredible sea bass.  Mark commented that he wished he could get the sea bass once he saw what I was enjoying.  Everyone else was having shellfish of some sort.  All through my Italian adventure I was treated like royalty despite my food allergies and every restaurant was excellent in accommodating my dietary restrictions.  There were others in my tour who had different food issues and we all experienced grace in handling them. Dessert was cake. Delicioso!  After dinner, I went exploring on my own taking pictures of Monterosso at night.  I could take my time.  Anyone with me probably would have been bored.  When I made my way back to the hotel I stumbled across a local tournament similar to bocce.  I stopped and watched for a while.  At home we have a couple of bocce leagues mostly filled with little old men.  These players were teens into middle age of both genders. 

It was now time to call it a night and sleep soundly I did.

Photo Gallery of Piccolo Diavolo

Friday, 7 September 2018 

Rise and Shine!

I had set my alarm for an early start to my day.  Off I went to photograph Monterosso in the dawn.  The sky threatened a rain storm so the light wasn’t the prettiest, but I like exploring on my own.  There is a large rock that juts out into the sea.  I had seen a sign on it the previous day. I assumed it said, “No Trespassing”.  I thought that at dawn there wouldn’t be anyone to stop me from climbing.  Once there I discovered the sign said something like “Don’t feed the birds or Watch your step”.  I forget.  So, climb the big rock I did and got some neat shots.  I returned to the hotel to enjoy a wonderful breakfast.  I recall that while there I ran into Elena.  Today was a day that we were free to do whatever we wanted.  I informed her of my plans.

Photo Gallery:  Morning in Monterosso al Mare

These Boots Were Made For Walkin’

I love hiking.  Today was my Italian hiking adventure on my own.  Most visitors walk along the main coastal trail that links the five villages.  Of particular interest is the Via dell’Amore, an easy twenty-minute path.  But back in 2012, the majority of these coastal trails were washed out by landslides including Via dell’Amore.  As most things with the Italian government, they are taking their time with restoring them since it is going to involve quite a bit of money.  Did I let that stop me?  Heck, no!  I decided to hike the alternative trails that are further inland.  The alternative trails are free.  The easy coastal trails require the purchase of a Cinque Terre trail card for admission.  Monterosso is the furthest northwest of the five villages.  From there I took the train to Riomaggiore which is the furthest southeast of the villages at 8:30 am.  I thought the train would stop at each of the villages.  This particular train did not.  Luckily I was paying attention because the next stop was Riomaggiore!  The restroom at the train station was my first stop.  I felt an urgent need to use one back at Monterosso al Mare, but I learned the hard way that they do not open until 9:00 am.  Mamma mia! First thing in Riomaggiore was to check out the local rest room scene. Next, I visited the local tourist information office. I got a little advice and a map of the trails.

Time to start the adventure!  Up, up, up I climbed through the streets of Riomaggiore.  Halfway up I encountered the only other people as adventurous as me it seemed.  Thankfully they were Australian so communication was not an obstacle, Tom and Shannon.  We hiked up to the top of Riomaggiore following a winding path.  It definitely was a zig zag.  It is a village on a cliff, so we are basically climbing a cliff via paved paths.  It was NOT clear which direction to go.  These trails have numbers like highways do, the 501, the 531, etc.  But why bother?  There are no signs! At least I didn’t see any. Who cares!  I was fine with getting lost in Italy.  Between the three of us we figured out how to proceed at different junctures using logic and bouncing ideas off each other.  Once we finally reached the summit, a torrential downpour fell upon us.  I had my Eddie Bauer rain jacket with a hood, but no umbrella.  The three of us found a bit of shelter hiding under some foliage of trees.  We got soaked!  I had the hope that the rain would pass.  We could see clearer parts of sky elsewhere, so we were counting on the skies clearing up.  Finally, the downpour downgraded to a rain shower and then to a drizzle.  We waited out the rain for about twenty minutes which seemed to go on forever, especially when I had dreamed of hiking these trails for years.  We consulted our maps and started off marching our way to the next village, Manarola.

Riomaggiore

Photo Gallery:  Riomaggiore

Photo Gallery: Trekking fom Riomaggiore to Manarola

After five more minutes the skies cleared up and I didn’t have to deal with any more rain for the rest of the day.  Since nothing is clearly marked on the alternative trails of the Cinque Terre, I’m not entirely sure what path I took.  Also, the paved roads had ended midway up our hike through Riomaggiore.  I felt fortunate having my new friends, Tom and Shannon from Adelaide, corroborate my thoughts on how to get from A to B.  Down, down, down we go. We made it to Manarola.  I hadn’t really explored Riomaggiore, but here we wandered around the nooks and crannies of Manarola.  We encountered tour groups, large ones.  So annoying!  Stop the cruise ships from stopping at the Cinque Terre! I wanted to get pictures from down on the rocks that jutted out from the village into the sea.  Off I scampered along the rain slicked rocks while the Australians took in the village.  Sadly, we never did find each other again.  I wandered the town to see if I could find them.  No luck!  I was disappointed in not finding them, but I thought I was going to be hiking solo anyway.  I stopped into a café for an espresso to fortify myself.  Basically, I had it like a shot of tequila.  Considering I add a tremendous amount of sugar, it was fairly easy to do.  Once finished, I took a last look for my Australians only to come up empty.

Manarola Photo Gallery

Photo Gallery:  Trail from Manarola to Corniglia

Off I went to hike over to the next village, Corniglia.  Since there was no clear signage (are you seeing a pattern here?) These inclines are tough.  I am huffing and puffing.  The height of the steps, made from earth and some stone, are super high, not normal height.  Often you are faced with a fork in the trail.  On a couple of occasions, I discovered that the trail was a dead end.  Once, I ended up getting lost in some farmer’s vineyard. But I managed to get onto the right path, so to speak, because there are no longer paved paths.  It is a strenuous hike.  Ledges occasionally required me to lift my body up with my arms as opposed to climbing up steps.  Midway through Manarola to Corniglia I ran across two Americans.  We started walking together and really hit it off.  Our conversation revealed we had similar traveling styles and enjoy doing similar activities on a trip.  They were carrying all of their belongings on this trek, so they were getting quite the workout.  On our way we saw the village of Volastra and then winded on through Corniglia where we filled up our water bottles from fountains.  At Corniglia we stopped to have lunch.  I just followed my new friends lead.  Big mistake!  Our lunch was lackluster.  We ate outside, so nearby folks were smoking.  I just hate having cigarette smoke blowing my way, but while I’m eating it is even worse.  Service was good, but food was just serviceable. This is why you use a Rick Steves guidebook.  He does the heavy lifting for you.  I’m sure if we went to one of his recommended restaurants, I would have had a much better food experience.