It seems like I've traveled to progressively quieter cities in Italy. We've arrived in Cinque Terre, a group of five villages- Riomaggiore (where we've found an excellent place to stay, complete with arguing Italian men as an alarm clock), Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, and Monterosso - along the Italian Riviera. You can hike to through all of these villages in about five hours. We've decided to spend three days here and just relax.
Walking along the water yesterday, I had one of those moments where I just had to pause and trip out over where I was. It's mind blowing, I sometimes have to announce aloud to Anthonette, "We're in Italy... walking along the Ligurian Sea in Cinque Terre... seriously?"
The only possible downside is that the area is pretty romantic and there's no one to romance here really. It's mostly couples and groups of teenage boys. The girls walking around in bikinis seem a bit young. But I will keep the location tucked away as a place to revisit with a lovely lady friend someday.
I feel like I've become increasingly girl crazy this past week. Whenever there's an attractive woman nearby I make this mm, hmm sound to Anthonette to notify her that someone of "my type" has just walked by. She says I've been doing it so much that there's either more hot girls walking around or my standards are falling. I'm resisting the urge to run back home with a big net to throw over the head of the first English speaking local girl I see. 28 more weeks of this journey to go. Plus a big project to focus on. I've set my mind on accomplishing a big dream upon my return. More on that later, it's time to hike the Cinque Terre.
Internet is hard to come by in this land of fish and grapes. So I'm not sure when I'll be in touch again. Anthonette flies out of Rome on Monday morning. I will probably go back and process my China visa that day before shooting back up to Venice for a couple of days. Or, I may just continue on from here and see some other bits of Italy and take care of China in Greece. It's my prerogative.