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... blues from the sky and the water with the natural green tones from the abundant grasslands.
After our lovely little exploration of this village, we headed for the train station to go to Riomaggiore.
All the villages are so unique in their own little ways. You think they all look so similar in photos, but when you see them in reality you notice how different they all actually are.
Riomaggiore greeted us with even hotter sun and a road to climb. We walked past ...
... 6, and waited for our train. It was 2 minutes late. Which isn't ideal as we only have a 15 minute turnaround in Milan - not much time to spare!
When we got to our seats a businessman was in Simon's seat. He had to move because we booked our seats... Ciao mate!
The train departed and we were on our way. We watched an episode to kill some time. After it finished i just watched the countryside as we went through.
Before we knew it we were arriving in Milan!! ...
... they had stopped on the path ahead of us. They said that they had been told to wait there because a helicopter was flying over from the other side of the mountain to the path between Corniglia and Vernazza to drop off supplies (like planks of wood, and plastic hessian bags of rocks) to fix the damaged and blocked path. We had been able to hear the helicopter, but weren't sure what it was doing. We were told by one of ground crew on the path to go back about 50 metres, but ...
... that there were paintings and busts of all the singers that her ‘Nonno’ had known and had sung with…but why wasn’t there one of him. When we got to the ‘La Scala’ shop I showed her some books of where her ‘Nonno’s’ name was printed and that made her very proud.
After ‘La Scala’ it was time for food…we returned to the café that Tristan wanted to go to and sat ourselves down…the girls went off to ...
... Whenever the situation comes to mind, I can't help but laugh about it now, after-the-fact.
We went to the beach, since we were already wet, and laid on the rocks to dry off. It was so scenic but unusual not to have sand at a beach. Boy do those Europeans have no shame, definitely saw my fair share of boobs and butts on that beach. At least they have self-confidence. My friend Neil went cliff-jumping, something that was frightening ...