Things are always interesting in Italy
Trip Start Aug 30, 2011
13Trip End Sep 13, 2011
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Where I stayed
Toothless mans dirty apartment
(that's a rarity!). No reservations for a place to stay. It is usually very easy to find rooms there but not so this time. We had a good lead on a room for one night but then there was a footless, dirty old man with one for two nights. Jackpot! Well not so much. Trent and I agreed to the room after seeing it, but later after closer inspection realized it was super super nasty. I guess we should have known if he couldn't keep himself clean his apartment wouldn't be nice either. There were dirty towels in the bathroom, visible dirt, grime, etc in the whole place ESP the bathroom. the one bright spot was the sheets smelled clean. It was a great location. No AC or wifi but it was so close to the sea we could hear the waves all night. We stayed out of the room as much as possible. Did an early evening hike to the next town about 90 minutes away. We had a beautiful lovely dusk hike! But then panicked we were missing the last train back to vernazza and had to run really really fast to go down about 600 stairs to the train station. We even did something Very bad and crossed the tracks instead of taking the long route and missing the train. All to find out that there were several more trains that night! We are dorks :-)
We made it back to vernazza by 7:30 and headed to the gambino rosso a very good restaurant there to eat in the harbor, you sit very close to other tables and we met some fun people. One couple seemed annoying at first but were actually very fun, they were there on their ten year anniversary and the husband (Ted) had surprsed his wife with a 4 day trip to the cinque terre. Lucky for them they were not staying in a toothless dirty mans apartment. W enjoyed the white cinque terre wine, sea bass, and trofie pasta with pesto. The cinque terre in the Ligurian region of Italy which is the birthplace of pesto, and it was AWESOME. Lovely meal, lovely company,very gross hotel room to go back to. Oh well these experiences keep my inner diva at bay and teach me that sometimes we all have to sleep in toothless dirt men.s apartments whether literally or metaphorically speaking. His name was Mediocre and I won't be sorry if I never see him again.
Still love the cinque terre even from yucky accommodations.