So... I've been slacking on my blog writing.... But there's just no time for it when I'm havg so much fun!! So.. Bear with me as I try to remember all that has happened since France!
The train ride from Nice to Genova was quite a nice one! All along the coast, and sat with a lovely older Australian couple who told me all about Cinque Terre, and how much I was going to love it. It was nice, because this was my first train where I was not getting off at the end destination. Having someone to talk to meant that I wouldn't fall asleep and wake up in Milan.
There were only two hostels in Genova, and one of them had a 100% rating, and only two reviews. Hmm... Potentially sketchy, but I booked it anyways. After getting lost in tiny corridor streets, I found it, and it was actually fantastic. Turns out it had only been open for 3 weeks, and that explained the lack of reviews. Probably one of the best hostels yet! Helped them out with a review after I left.
First night I took an elevator to the highest point in the city for a fantastic view, and the first of many Italian gelato stops. Mmmmm.... I decided that while in Italy it is totally acceptable to have gelato every day. It's only right.
The next day I woke up for an early train to La Spezia, and then onwards to the first town of Cinque Terre. When we arrived at La Spezia, the doors to get off the train wouldn't open, and we were waiting for fifteen minutes while they tried to figure it all out. The doors open, and we can get off the train finally, only to find out I missed the train to Riomaggiore by 5 minutes. It comes every hour, so I figure that's fine, I'll just grab a coffee and a sandwich, and catch the 11:10 train. At 11:05 there was an announcement indicating that the 11:10 train was now cancelled. Did I mention that the train from LA Spezia to Riomaggiore takes 8 minutes!?? The train goes through the mountain.... If I wanted to hop in a taxi instead, it has to go around the mountain, takes 45 minutes, and would have cost about 40 euro. Guess I'll just wait for the next train, and I thought to myself "Cinque Terre better damn well be worth it!"
When I walked off the train, and headed to the coast line, I realized it was totally worth the ridiculous trains to get there. It was absolutely stunning. Tiny colorful houses built right on top of each other, into the side of the rocks along the coast. It was like looking at a postcard. And that was just the first village. I had 4 more to go, and each one was just as beautiful as the last. Met some Canadian girls in the second village, solely because I noticed their lululemon pants... Haha. But they ended up being pretty cool, so we visited the remaining villages together. I got to the last village just before sunset, so I got to see it both during the day, and all lit up at night.
All in all, Cinque Terre was exactly like the photos, and started Italy off to a great start!