Cinque Terre, five hillside villages that hug the Italian riviera, fitting tightly within the rocky coastline.
Colorful amongst the olive and lemon tree orchards,
Fragrantly enchanting,
Playful,
With each vista point claiming visitors to sigh, "This is the best."
The streets are filled with people, people chattering as if they have known each other since they first were born. Walking down the street I could not help learning a new word with each step:
Prego (You are welcome, thank you, and a greeting when answering the phone.)
Ciao (Hello and Good bye.)
Bene (So-So / Fine.)
Grazie (Thank you.)
Buongiorno (Good Morning.)
Capisco (Understand?)
Si (Yes.)
Cinque Terre: A patchwork of five, colorful, centuries old villages. The only way between the five villages is either to float by boat, weave through by train, or walk along the coastline to each one of them. The trail is over five miles long, rugged in parts, smooth sailing in others, and always breathtaking.
The Cinque Terre villages are:
Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore.
Though we stayed in a bordering village (which had a long inviting beach) called:
Sestri Levanto.
Color.
Have I said that before?
Food… did I even mention that?
Unbelievable.
Have you ever had lemon pasta with walnuts?
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