Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
We arrived in Cinque Terre around lunchtime, and went straight to the guesthouse check-in office. A short, older man who knew only a few words of English took us to our room. Aaron and I grinned at each other as we tromped through a maze of back alleys and winding stairways. It was moments like these that we never knew quite what to expect, but that was the half the fun!
Our little rooms -- a bathroom, bedroom, and sunny kitchen -- felt luxurious after the last couple nights of shared hostel bunks. When I leaned out our bedroom window, this was the view that awaited:
Needless to say, we were thrilled to be in Cinque Terre, a little grouping of five towns along Italy's western coast. I felt spoiled. The beauty of our Father's world, and the grace of us being able to see it, gave me the thrill of wonder Chesterton penned in his poem above.
We spent two and a half days here, sunning on rocks, exploring pastel-splashed streets, and hiking along the rugged coast. It may have been our favorite...have I said that already? :)
Aaron on the first day we went swimming. The water wasn't too cold after the first plunge!
Wandering Riomaggiore, the first of the five villages and the one we stayed in
Watching the sunset from the cove and eating gelato
A look back at Riomaggiore from the rocks
On our 9 mile hike between all the villages
Looking down on the sea below during the hike
Don't you want to move here?