It is a little bit more difficult to tell from this picture than I had hoped, but the villages of Cinque Terre are all painted in beautiful pastels with shutters and each day the people seem to do the same things. They tend their gardens, mingle with friends, stroll the town ( the entire village isn't any larger than an averaged sized neighborhood here in the U.S), hang the laundry, and make their meals from what they grow. The "grocery" store was a tiny touristy boutique with expensive dried pasta, a few crates of produce, and several shelves of other boxed goods. I never saw any locals in there. They make their own pasta, thank you. And their not shy to tell you how superior their foods are because they used nothing but the freshest locally grown (or caught) ingredients. There are no stand-alone homes. Just a jumble of tall buildings with narrow walks in between. A couple of the villages don't even allow cars because the lanes are too narrow for vehicles to fit
Here's Jonny at the town water fountain in Vernazza where we stayed. There may have been one more. They have these fountains all over Italy that constantly run and you just hold your water bottle (or your mouth) under the stream to get what you want. I was a little hesitant at first, but I was reassured it was pottable water. It doesn't take much time in the heat of a Roman summer afternoon before all fears depart; you've just GOT to have some water!
The ocean in the Cinque Terre was surreal. I have not retouched this photo at all. The water really was that clear. You could see whatever there was to see below the water's surface.
Jonathan couldn't miss an opportunity to show these young studs from Belarus that
he could do anything
they could do. These kids were like 15 & 17 and fluent in four languages. I truly envy that aspect of European education. I've never met a European who only spoke their native language. What is wrong with us in America? It is kind of short-sighted and pig-headed to provide our children with such a narrow view of the world. It's no wonder we get such a bad rap worldwide. We are a little too arrogant and a little too ignorant sometimes.
This cliff was half the size of the next one we came upon as we hiked the the five village trail of the Cinque Terre. Yes, we did see all five villages in one day. It was exhilarating and tiring. We didn't spend much time in each village. Only shot a few pics, grabbed a snack when needed, and kept moving on.
It is a little bit more difficult to tell from this picture than I had hoped, but the villages of Cinque Terre are all painted in beautiful pastels with shutters and each day the people seem to do the same things. They tend their gardens, mingle with friends, stroll the town ( the entire village isn't any larger than an averaged sized neighborhood here in the U.S), hang the laundry, and make their meals from what they grow. The "grocery" store was a tiny touristy boutique with expensive dried pasta, a few crates of produce, and several shelves of other boxed goods. I never saw any locals in there. They make their own pasta, thank you. And their not shy to tell you how superior their foods are because they used nothing but the freshest locally grown (or caught) ingredients. There are no stand-alone homes. Just a jumble of tall buildings with narrow walks in between. A couple of the villages don't even allow cars because the lanes are too narrow for vehicles to fit
Here's Jonny at the town water fountain in Vernazza where we stayed. There may have been one more. They have these fountains all over Italy that constantly run and you just hold your water bottle (or your mouth) under the stream to get what you want. I was a little hesitant at first, but I was reassured it was pottable water. It doesn't take much time in the heat of a Roman summer afternoon before all fears depart; you've just GOT to have some water!
The ocean in the Cinque Terre was surreal. I have not retouched this photo at all. The water really was that clear. You could see whatever there was to see below the water's surface.
Jonathan couldn't miss an opportunity to show these young studs from Belarus that he could do anything they could do. These kids were like 15 & 17 and fluent in four languages. I truly envy that aspect of European education. I've never met a European who only spoke their native language. What is wrong with us in America? It is kind of short-sighted and pig-headed to provide our children with such a narrow view of the world. It's no wonder we get such a bad rap worldwide. We are a little too arrogant and a little too ignorant sometimes.
This cliff was half the size of the next one we came upon as we hiked the the five village trail of the Cinque Terre. Yes, we did see all five villages in one day. It was exhilarating and tiring. We didn't spend much time in each village. Only shot a few pics, grabbed a snack when needed, and kept moving on.
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