Each year there has been one common element to every trip and that is our visits to the Cinque Terre in Italy.
|Dredge Crane in Harbor|
|No doors? They are 10' down in the mud and debris|
Our hike was different this year since we were confident of our knowledge of the area and provided some helpful tips. Also, the temperature was easily 35C, and very sunny, and while we had applied lots of sunscreen beforehand we likely sweated it all off in an hour. Cris, when we came back and we were talking with him remarked, “you are so black, I live here and I do not have the color that you do“. He’s right.
We never grow tired of this area. Levanto is our second home, the Cinque Terre region is so beautiful and when the weather is great, like we always seem to catch it here, it is remarkable.
|Crystal Blue Waters|
|It's a Bit hot standing here, |
Take the @#$% picture
|The devastation she felt is palpable|
As we had our cones we sat back in the village centre, watched the village activities go on, and just immersed ourselves in such a friendly and peaceful culture. The Italian people are such a joy to be around, except on the highway where they turn into potential assassins.
|Dredging continues today|
|Cruiser, Red #12 Princess Cruises|
now don't lose your ticket!
One guy, not this one, I saw was so intense that he had lost his group (they all had radio transmitters to hear their guide and he was hearing they were leaving) that he nearly ran over us and the children in the streets of Vernazza looking for his group. Then a couple minutes later he ripped back down the street again frantically looking for them.
I said to Sandra, “Man I missed an opportunity. If I had caught his tag number when he had come up the street, I could have commented back to you when he came back down frantic in earshot of him, Well at least tour XYZ has left by boat.”
I know, you’ll say it’s cruel, but it would have been funny, except for the CPR part!