I’ve been dreaming of Cinque Terre ever since I first saw a sun-drenched photo of the colourful villages which adorn the beautiful Italian coast many, many moons ago. So when it came to deciding where to kill time for a week, post being-kicked-out-of-the-country and pre going home, it was a bit of a no-brainer. As much as I loved the idea of travelling by myself, I’m so happy I pitched the idea to Bre, who was more than happy to join. Two weeks later, we were off on yet another girls trip. (Tough life, but someone’s gotta do it)
Seeing as I’m heading home to Australian ‘winter’ for 6 weeks, I have rather hefty luggage containing jeans, jackets, boots etc etc, not the light backpack that would be common sense to bring for moving about cliffside villages. Boy, me and my 20 kilos struggled (which by the way, is the most inconvenient of bags; it’s not a hard suitcase, so everything kind of falls to one side, meaning every 10 seconds I have to stop and flip it back on it’s wheels. UGH).. Although definitely not as much as the poor chap who offered to carry it for me to the VERY TOP of the village, where our beautiful villa was.
Speaking of! Bre and I have a SERIOUS knack of somehow finding the most brilliant accommodation.. It’s always on a tight budget, yet every time we arrive somewhere, we’re pleasantly shocked at how we’ve hit the jackpot! This time probably takes the cake. More photos to come, but imagine beautiful villa terrace overlooking a wide expanse of ocean, with dramatic cliffs and steep vineyards to either side. Our room was so sweet as well. And so very Italian. I couldn’t have dreamed this up if I tried.
The first hour or so was a little overcast (cue Maddi: ‘Oh nooooooo, but I wanna tan!!?!!!’) which thankfully didn’t last. It did provide for some pretty breathtaking scenery shots though. Amiright? & THAT CHURCH. Bre said over and over, every time we puffed past on our nightly trek back up to our little home away from home, that she is to one day be married in that church (in gold Dolce and Gabbana, no less).
Oh, I forgot to mention. Story: So, we almost missed our connecting train from Pisa to La Spezia. I had to leg said 20kilos in about 40 seconds from one platform to another. Wheezing and spluttering, I made my way down the packed carriages, looking for space for both Bre, myself and our luggage. Finally, a kind gentleman motioned to his free seats in his compartment, and about 5 minutes later, we’d hit it off with Bert and Matt from Michigan..
They were on their way to Cinque Terre for a day trip, not knowing much about it. I was kinda flabberghasted. Whilst I’d never been, it only takes a pinterest search to realise that this place is heaven on earth, and with 5 villages to cover, half a day CERTAINLY wasn’t enough. By the time we were to change at La Spezia for the last connecting train to the coastline, they were convinced to find a hostel and stay a few extra nights.
What lovely, lovely, intelligent, warm-hearted guys! After saying our farewells at the station (before our epic trek to our room), we shortly bumped into them again on the rocks, and a jolly afternoon was spent swimming and basking in the sun with wine and local treats. A beautiful dinner watching the sun set over the little bay (fresh squid ravioli - omg) which was followed up by dessert and a few more bottles of wine and some rum on the rocks.. You know when you just meet people travelling and something just clicks? Like there’s no ulterior motives, just like-minded travellers with a passion for meeting new people and being enriched by whatever experiences come their way.. We spent many hours in the greatest of conversation. Such a nice start to the trip!
P.s, now, sitting in Rome, I am a very healthy shade of (very light) brown.. Funny to look back on these pictures from 6 days ago where I am white as a ghost!