We started off our day with breakfast at our Airbnb. William ran the place and was the most delightful host from the Dominican Republic who loved to chat as he made us breakfast. With his bachata music playing in the background and a bit of a dance in his step, he talked about the joys and sorrows of marrying an Italian, moving to Italy, getting divorced and trying to find his way a long way from home in the Dominican Republic. William was one of the nicest guys we met on the entire trip.
We wanted to make sure that before going anywhere else, we took the time to experience Riomaggiore. It's easy to overlook the place that you are staying in while trying to see everything else so we started with a walk through town and up the hillside to the old castle that used to defend the town from invaders. The overlook from atop Riomaggiore juxtaposes both the past and the pastel-colored present of this lovely place. As the rain drizzled and we walked the winding pathways, up and down steps, we found the town enchanting.
The hillside overlooking Vernazza is one of the most iconic views in the Cinque Terre and one of the most beautiful scenes that we encountered on our journey. I could have spent all day walking along the hillside and finding new views of this lovely town and its small cove perched overlooking the sea. Like almost everywhere along the Cinque Terre coastline, you look down into Vernazza through vineyards lining the hillside. While gazing on this lovely town, the sun kept going into and out of the clouds, alternating a range of light and colors upon this lovely scene.
One of the culinary delights of the Cinque Terre is all of the little bakers serving foccacio. As we walked by this spot and peaked inside, I loved the lighting so I lifted my camera to take a picture and got a nice glare from the lady of the shop.
Corniglia was the last of the five towns of the Cinque Terre that we visited. Just about the moment we arrived it began to pour down rain. We stepped into a local shop and enjoyed the kind of gelato one only finds in Italy. Being low on time and on account of the rain, we hopped back on the train and I dismounted at Manarola to hike back up over the hillside and into Riomaggiore. We enjoyed one last piece of pizza with pesto, the local specialty, and then boarded the train for Milan.
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