We slept great but, the loud Italian conversations in front of our room at 5 am, neighbors noisily getting ready at 7am, and the cleaning ladies knocking on our door at 9am put a damper on plans to sleep in late. We snagged some pizza for breakfast, it’s the Italian way, and started our hike to Monterosso… our favorite hike. It felt like “real Italy” with steep stairs, amazing views, and an old man selling lemonade. We almost bought some until we learned it was 20 proof lemonade. It would have made the hike a tad more interesting and definitely dangerous. We decided to err on the side of safety and only buy one of his oranges.
We arrived to the beach town of Monterosso, rented chairs with an umbrella and relaxed for hours. Sharon read her book and Nate got sunburned while parasailers assailed us from the sky. We had a tasty beach snack of focacia bread with tomatoes and mozzarella with a basket full of fried assorted things. They all seemed meaty so Nate graciously offered to eat all of it. We had an actual lunch in the late afternoon on a patio overlooking the ocean. More focacia bread and a cream filled croissant. We hiked back while the sun was going down. So many gorgeous vistas and far fewer hikers. We loved it, although our calves didn’t.
We had a late dinner of a mushroom pizza and caprese salad at the pizza place on the pier. So tasty. And we couldn’t resist getting dessert when we learned that tiramisu was on the menu. Yum!
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