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... sure why anyone would think that would be a good idea on anything, let alone on a pizza. It freaked me out. We had a good laugh, as neither of us would ever buy or eat a hotdog on intentionally but since we ordered it, we eat it. I picked my tuna off first and ate it separately. After our last expired tuna lunch I wanted to keep things individual experiences. I wasn't going to let the tuna ruin pizza for me!
We continued to hang out for a bit as our electronic ...
... About 5 minutes in we came across a point where we had to pay 7.5Euro each to get on the trail. We were quite surprised we had to pay but more surprised at the cost since none of the other trails were open it seemed a silly to charge that while only having access to the one walk. We decided we wouldn't bother. We would have loved to have been able to walk them all and not being able to do that meant we weren't to attached to the idea of just waking one anyway, ...
... 5 Euro each for the day pass. It took about 2 hours to walk the whole distance. It was much easier to walk the trail in the dry. The rocks and stones are very smooth due to the constant walker traffic and very slippery in the wet due to the mud. We showered and had a leisurely evening. Ron had a pizza for dinner and I had a Cinque Terre speciality of Trofie al Pesto (short pasta with basil ...
... the villagers live. The harbor cove is filled with cafes and people sun bathing on the rocks. There were a few swimmers and some fishermen going out while we were watching.
While in Vernazza we had a relaxing breakfast of hot tea/ coffed with milk, finally, and a croissant. It was wonderful.
The Church in Vernazza is the only one built on the sea in the protected inlet of the port. ...
... were walking down. You literally would go down one long series of steps just to round the corner and be presented with another series of steps. It was a never-ending maze (or torture device) of stairs. At points the path was so narrow and the stairs were so hidden beneath the trees and walls that we kept saying to ourselves “Where are we?! Is this real life?” (Megan, we needed you) and then all of the sudden we would see our dependable red paint swipe signifying ...