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... A well-deserved peaceful day!
Lavagna is a delightful city on the Ligurian coast, the crescent-shaped slice of land that abuts the French border. The stretch of Mediterranean seafront is known as the Italian Riviera, making it a popular spot, yet Lavagna is relatively unknown despite its charm. It lies between Genova and La Spezia. It sits along the Entella River where it flows into the sea, bordered on the backside ...
... chicken foot! Suddenly his friend called him as he had a huge octopus on his line. They tired and tried to pull it up but it held on tight to the rocks . Suddenly it let go and we all saw it close to the surface but it let go of the hook and was gone. Everyone said No in many languages. Oh well they all had fun whilst it lasted he did explain that the day before he caught one that was 1 kilo but that could have been a fisherman story. . Time ...
... use of the automatic ticket machines, which seemed to take forever for them to work out, then something going wrong and having to start all over again! :-/ Back in Levanto we strolled the 'prom' and watched the sun go down before getting some 'take out' dinner to go back to the hotel with. Felt worn out from today's trip, which was in full sun all day - or maybe it's the malaria that I persuade myself I've got from all the bites? Today 0. Total Miles ...
... that you really wouldn’t want to swim there. I find this rather tragic and wish there was something which could be done which was a little more effective than charging 5p for a carrier bag at the shops!
Oh and while I am on the subject of the chef’s son, Ricardo, he is 18 and thought I was only 30 ish and that I am way cool! ‘I can talk with you about stuff and you are cool’... (#GetIn, #ivestillgotit #eightyearsyounger). While the Captain, his wife ...
... holding hands, behind. I doze through the first train ride and read Dickens through much of the second; when I look up again we're in beautiful mountainous country, though it's become grey and rainy. I notice white around the feet of the mountains not their peaks - can't be snow, some type of white rock perhaps? They seem to have cut slabs of marble (white) at a factory near ...