Jul 13, 2014
There were about 1,000 stairs straight up the hillside as we trekked from Riomaggiore to Manarola. My legs shook with each quivering step down the opposite side of the hill. It was midday on the coast of Cinque Terre, our backs, brows and everywhere in between dripping with sweat. Walking into the town center after our quest was like a homecoming.
Cinque Terre is a serious of 5 small villages nestled into the northern west coast of Italy. It's a UNESCO world heritage site, so it's protected from giant corporations, major infastructure and too many tourists. It's ideal for hiking, swimming, and all around inspiration.
We basically spent the week hiking and taking photos and being amazed that we were in paradise. (and also streching our really sore legs!)
Yep. I did that.
Originally, we were planning on spending a night in Pisa but cancelled it when the SNCF train strikes screwed up our travel plans. Luckily, our train to Florence stopped there anyways and we had just enough time to snap a few photos of the famous leaning tower before the sky opened up and poured down on us.
By the time we hopped off our train in Florence, the rain had taken a pause and the view from our room looked like this...
Stay tuned for our romantic escapades in Florence! And follow us in real time on instagram, @thatstarvingartist and @marineschmittie :)