I started a travel diary last year that documented my adventures. Tonight I flipped through the pages and relived the moments captured in the cursive print. I’m glad I wrote down the experiences because I’ve already forgotten many of the details. Even though I was plunked down on my couch in pj’s, my mind easily transported to the sights of Ephesus, sounds Hong Kong, the balmy breeze in Crete and creamy taste of gelato in Florence. I’m going to share my entry from Cinque Terre, Italy. It was storybook kind of beautiful.
June 2, 2011
“Yesterday we hiked along the quaint towns of Cinque Terre. These towns are on the Italian coast and you can only reach them by boat or train. There is a trail that connects each of the five coastal towns. We took the train to the town furthest away, Monterosso, and hiked the difficult trail to Venerazza. It was intense! It took us about three hours. We climbed hundreds of steps and trod along narrow goat paths. The majority of the way didn’t even have a side rail. You wouldn’t want to stumble because that fall would be your last…We made it safe and sound though! The view of the coast from the top of the mountains was breathtaking. Each of the little towns are tucked away, snuggled in the mountains. All of the buildings are painted different shades of blue, green, red and yellow. They seem like little play towns. They are jewels hidden on the coast. After our strenuous hike, we devoured our first real Italian pizza. My pesto and cheese slices were heavenly. Pesto is a new addiction. Today we are headed to Florence. We’ve done a ton of sightseeing so I hope to get my fix of culture with all of the famous museums there, like the Bargello. Ciao!”