Cinque Terre

A mother, her two daughters, and myself seemed to be the only ones on the train from Pisa Central to La Spezia that evening. After asking the train man multiple times and having him yell at me in Italian as he didn’t speak English, all four of us determined which train we had to get on from there to get to Riomoerre. This occurance brought us together and we decided to hike Cinque Terre the next day together. The city of Riomaggiore was jaw dropping. It sat right on the water almost. The building and houses were all painted these red and yellow pastel colors. My hostel wasn’t bad. There were two girls staying in my room as well. They were from America as well and had been living in Spain for a year teaching English. I awoke the next day and met the girls at 8:00. We set out on our hike. The hike was amazing. It wasn’t too difficult either, just narrow and a lot of stairs in some places. We stopped off and had lunch in Vernazza. Our lunch was only sandwhiches but the view was enough to make up for that. We reached the final town around 16:00; took the train back to our town that we were staying in and said our good bye and went on our separate ways. That night I had three different girls staying in my room with me. There was Maria Isabel Lachenauer who was studying abroad in Scotland. Then there were these two girls/women from the States as well who had been living in Switzerland for over a year as nannies. They seemed like fun; If wouldn’t have had a 5:25 train in the morning I would have liked to go out that night with them. They were Allie Minnie and Shelley Albano. As a product of me waking up at 4:45 and hurrying out the door to catch my train I left my Chacos in my room that night. This picture is the last they were seen. It’s early in my trip and I can’t let that discourage me. Away we go to Amsterdam.