¨Is this real? Is this real?¨ We had to ask ourselves that a million times when we first pulled up into the town. Cinque Terre, ´five towns´in French, is literally that. Its an area of the Itailan coastline that is made up of 5 small towns tucked away in the hills of Tuscany overlooking the Mediteranean. Its gorgeous. It is so wonderful that Italy made it a national park and bands new building in these towns. So, these small villas are mostly car free, some have beaches, some are on cliffs, but all have incredible views of the sea. So, we stayed in Rioggimore, the first of 5 towns. This town had great homemade gelato and a wild Italain life to it. There is one street that runs from the train station by the ocean up the hill. When you step foot into the street you are overwhlemed by all the loud Italians yelling across the streets at thier friends or family who work in thier perspective shop, snack bar, etc. Everyone there knows everyone and the older people congregate daily on benches to watch the people go by. Its a hoot. There is always someone hanging out of an apartment window above silently people watch or yelling down thier conversations to thier family or friends below. Laundry hanging from the balconies and everything, just like a movie or something, unreal.
So, the adventure of this area is to pay the €3.00 and hike from one town to the next. Each hike is progressively harder yet progressively more beautiful, which is hard to believe. So, we hiked all the way to town number 4 the first day. The hike is perfect becasue on the left is the deepest blue colored water youve ever seen and on the left is lush green rolling hills with vinyard crawling in every which direction. The hike got hard too, felt awesome. The forth city had a beach with a perfect view of the sunset so we hung out there, ate and finally made the walk back to our apartment in city 1. We hurried back for some more gelato and watched some of Italys world cup game #1. Man, those Itailian are crazy about thier soccer!!!! There were fireworks, beer, cheering, and tons of people all on the tiny streets of this town watching Italys first win. I think they love thier soccer more than we do our football, its cool to see.
Day 2 was just as awesome. We took the train to the fifth town (Monterssa) which is the most touristy becasue it has the most beaches and hotels. We sat out on some rocks over looking the ocean, Julia took a swim in the cold water (so proud of her) and we all journaled. Our plan from there was to hike all the way home but we did the hardest hike (from city 5 to 4 which was the hardest by far but the most beautiful) and had enough so we rested before taking a train the rest of the way back.
We had our last real Itilian meal and then took the train to Pisa to wait for our morning flight to Barcelona. Man, is that a crazy story...ask me about it when i get home. K, love yall.