This day positively glowed. Overall it required seven and a half hours of train travel, but experiencing the remote coastal villages of the Cinque Terre was absolutely worth it.
The night before our trip was an absolute bust. Bill and I knew we had to wake up at four in the morning, so we dutifully went to bed early…Only to have me knock over a lamp, kick the bunk bed hanging over me in a restless attempt to stretch, sneeze so loudly Bill banished me to said bunk bed, and generally accrue a measly one hour or so of solid sleep. I wasn’t in the best of spirits in between leaving the bed and getting onto our train, but every little gremlin who threatened my emotions scurried away once we stepped foot into Riomaggiore.
We sunblocked up and got started on Via Dell’Amore, the “Love Walk” between Riomaggiore to Manarola. (Good thing we’re in love, too! Otherwise, that’d be awkward to traverse with a person with whom you haven’t had “The Talk” yet.) The blue of the water was the stuff of dreams. Absofuckinglutely gorgeous.