Thursday afternoon, Mel headed up to Genova to see a friend, while Sarah, Ben, Jacob, and I went to the Cinque Terre. It was only a month ago that I was there with Scott, but this time, it was far less crowded and many of the shops were closed for the season. We lucked out again, finding an apartment right on the water for a great price. It was dark when we arrived, but when we woke up the next morning, we looked out our window and saw this.
It was warm enough that we left our windows open and slept to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. Friday morning, it was a little overcast, but the only water we felt was the spray from the ocean. We decided to take our time on the hike, stopping in each town for cappuccino or a panini.
Last time, Scott and I took the boat from the fourth village (Vernazza) to the fifth village (Monterossa); but this time, we decided to hike the whole thing. The last part of the hike was kinda rough, but totally worth it.
Last time I was in the Cinque Terre, I felt like I had to take pictures of everything; and when I was looking at them after I got home, I realised how much time I'd spent taking pictures of the scenery without really looking at it. I still took pictures this time, but not nearly as many. And I made sure to stop at each picturesque overlook and take in God's beauty.
We arrived in Monterossa just as the sun was going down. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. I snapped this picture as we were walking down the last slope into the town, right when a huge wave hit this rock.
We took the train back down to Riomaggiore, ate dinner, and relaxed for the evening. Mel and her friend Alicia joined back up with us and we caught up with each other about the day's excitement. We all slept well, the roar of the ocean in our ears. Saturday morning, the rest of the crew caught a train to Rome, but I had to come back home. (Whoa--that rhymed.) I can't wait to hear their stories and see pictures. Next time I see this crew, I'll be crashing at Ben's house in Germany.