To continue the Semana Santa series, we have Vernazza, one of the five coastal towns referred to as the Cinque Terre. Basically, my favorite place in Italy.
What started as a spontaneous day-trip turned into the highlight of our time in Italy, and definitely the best decision we made while there.
We took a 3-hour train ride through the Tuscan countryside--if you haven't taken a train lately, I highly suggest that you do, it's good for the soul.
When we arrived in Vernazza the sun and the sea greeted us, and it was then that we realized there was nothing we needed more than some good old-fashioned, unadulterated, sparsely-populated nature. All city and no sea made these Pacific-Northwest natives dull girls.
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| Soaking it up. |
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| Vernazza |
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| Sesión de fotos |
We sat on the some of the rocks that jut out into the tiny bay and ate an absolutely delicious lunch of panini and bruschetta as the waves crashed around us.
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| Happy chicas. |
Before leaving, we picked up some gelato from "Gelatería Vernazza." Now, it might have had something to do with the environment in which I was consuming the gelato, but I swear that it was the best gelato I had in Italy. Amaretto, coffee and pistachio in case you were wondering.
To say that Italy had been hectic up to this point would be an understatement. Rome was exhausting, and the arrival to Florence was a sucker punch to the gut, but there was something grounding about standing on the beach and watching the sun set over the Mediterranean Sea as the tide came in for the night.
Before catching the train we took a quick hike up into the town for a seriously picturesque view of the rooftops. Not bad, not bad.
It was so difficult to get on the train back to Florence, we kept making jokes about renting a room there for the rest of the trip, but eventually we had to say arrivederci to lovely little Vernazza.
All in all, a wonderful day in yet another unbelievably beautiful corner of the world.
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