While I tend to downplay Cinque Terre, known as the five towns in Italy strung out on the Liguria coastline, their beauty is undeniable. Sure, I might appreciate the area more without all of the crowds, but this view is something crowds can’t wreck or ruin.
My grumpy nature for these five towns may have something to do with how I arrived to Riomaggiore. Traveling with a friend who just arrived from the US to visit, we ended up waiting 6 hours in the Florence airport for his lost bags. Just barely making the last train to Cinque Terre out of Florence, our train connections were hop-on, hop-off every two minutes it seemed. By 11PM the train slowly rolled into Riomaggiore, but we didn’t get off.
The train stopped in what appeared to be a tunnel. I motioned my friend to go see if this was our stop. He shook his head that it was not. As the train started moving again, the giant sign “Riomaggiore” flashed before my eyes. This redhead was not happy. Getting off at the next stop, we waited another hour to get the last train of the day back to Riomaggiore. Please forgive me Cinque Terre for my crankiness. You are still beautiful.
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