Starting late Tuesday, torrential rains caused devastation from flash flooding in Northern Tuscany and the Ligurian Coast. I am reposting “Le Cinque Terre: Walk of my Life” as a tribute to one of the most beautiful places in Italy and to draw attention to the need for help for its victims. Towns, especially along the coast, have been cut-off and are without basic services such as water, food and electricity. Hardest hit were the communities of Borghetto di Vara, Monterosso Al Mare (Le Cinque Terre), Lunigiana, and Aulla. 9 people lost their lives, several are still missing and many were left homeless. Following the rescue operations, the need for assistance will be great. If you’d like to help, here is how you can donate to this relief effort. [Published today in the Corriere della Sera (translated into English)]:
“The Corriere della Sera and the Tg La7 have promoted a fundraiser to help those affected by bad weather in eastern Liguria and Lunigiana. Payments can be made to account 100 000 000 567 05 061 03 069 EN 80 O, indicating how beneficial “A help right away. Flood eastern Liguria and Lunigiana “at Banca Intesa Sanpaolo, a subsidiary of Rome, Viale Lina Cavalieri 236
TELEPHONE SOLIDARITY – From Thursday is open from 19:30 to the “solidarity number” 45500 to send text messages from cellular TIM, Vodafone, Wind, 3, and Tiscali Postemobile calling from a landline or Telecom Italy, Fastweb and Tiscali and TeleTu (Coopvoce Noverca and activate the numbers from Friday morning at 8). The value of the donation for each message is 2 euros. The number will remain active until November 28.”
Click here for the link to Corriere della Sera’s original post:http://www.corriere.it/cronache/11_ottobre_26/raccolta-fondi-alluvione-corriere-la7_20182ee8-000f-11e1-9c44-5417ae399559.shtml
I come back to Orvieto – at least two times a year, but I have always wanted to make the journey to Le Cinque Terre, so this trip I decided to drag myself away from “La Rupe” for a few days and head for the Ligurian Coast. Winter is a good time to avoid the usually crowded trails of the high season and the sweltering heat of summer.
It was an easy 4½ hour train ride from Umbria, changing trains only once in Florence. It was raining lightly, but that only added to the atmosphere of towns perched on the rocky Ligurian coast. In La Spezia I met my friend Angelo, who lives and works in Torino (3 hours north). His train was an hour late so I waited in the bar at the train station. He finally arrived and we caught the train to Monterosso al Mare where we had reserved rooms at B&B Arcobaleno (rainbow). After unpacking, we met up to walk the promenade that lines the beach to the antique section of town. We found an outdoor cafe and sat down for two glasses of proscecco. It started raining but we were protected by a large awning. Incredibly, the train that carries people between the five villages drove right over our heads!!! A seafood restaurant was recommended to us by Chiara, the proprietor of the B&B. (In Italy if you mention the B&B that recommends it, you get a 10% discount on dinner). We were both famished so we ordered too much food. I had ravioli with spinach in a walnut cream sauce, Angelo had pasta with pesto (a specialty of Genova – just an hour north). We shared mixed, deep-fried seafood (the famous Anchovies of Monterosso, are a local specialty that have a Protected Designation of Origin status from the European Union.) Two glasses of Lemoncello completed the dining experience and we were off to bed…we had a big day ahead of us.
In the morning there was not much sun, lots of clouds, but fortunately no rain and the temperature was pleasant for our long trek. We took the train to the first town, Riomaggiore where we purchased a pass that includes access to the paths as well as unlimited train trips between Riomaggiore and Monterosso. We walked the main street that leads to the sea. Colorful houses were stacked on top of each other like a crowd of people trying to push against one another to see the view. And what a view it is! Red, green, yellow and blue fishing boats lined the small harbor and men were fishing from the rocks (reminding me of my father and his love of fishing). Did their wives send them out for fish like American wives send their husbands to the supermarket?
We began our hike at the “Via Dell’Amore“ (Love Walk) which cuts along the cliffs above the calm sea below. Much like the famous bridge in Rome, Ponte Milvio, lovers hang locks on the nets attached to the rocks, writing their names to declare their undying love. Normally you could walk from the end of the Via Dell’Amore to the Sentiero Azzurro (“Light Blue Trail”), the trail that connects the five villages, but today the trails were closed because of rock slides so we caught the train to the next towns of Manarolaand Corniglia. The walk to Corniglia from the station was a long switch-back road, so we jumped on the bus that ferries tourists into town. Angelo and I decided to buy a couple of sandwiches, a bottle of wine and eat our lunch on the beach, but it was not meant to be. Both Markets that make sandwiches were out of bread…we waited too long!!! Instead we ate our lunch at a bar and eavesdropped on the local’s stories to one another. Ligurians seemed to be a very calm and easy-going group. With lunch finished, off we went…there was much more to see.
Vernazza is the liveliest of the towns. All the brightly colored boats are parked in the middle of the piazza….so beautiful. We took our cappuccinos outside on a bench while watching the waves crash onto the rocks…I would still be sitting there now, but it was getting dark and we needed to return to Monterosso by sunset. After a long day, we took a break and met up that evening for a pizza in the antique part of town again. Not wanting to destroy all the good effects of walking, we ordered pizza Margheritas and shared a dessert of sweet panini filled with Nutella – perfectly coupled with the house red wine. We walked slowly back to Arcobaleno, not because our legs were tired and tight (they were), but because we wanted to enjoy the picturesque walk with its soft lamplights and the moon’s reflection on the large rock in the sea near the shore. Saturday night in Monterosso al Mare is much like other towns in Italy with locals out for a “passeggiata” – children running and playing while their parents and grandparents stop to talk to their neighbors.
The next morning we were sorry to leave, but the train ride to La Spezia travels along the sea, periodically under the darkness of a tunnel, but then back out to see the magnificent “Mediterranean” again. My only regret is that my camera’s battery was low and although I took photos with a disposable camera I bought from a shop in town, I am not sure I was able to capture this Ligurian dream…..we will see what “develops”.
Leaving Umbria this trip, I had an opportunity to see how diverse and unique each region of Italy can be from the other. I loved Liguria and I hope to come back someday and spend more time learning about its customs and traditions.
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As far back as the Babylonians, human beings have been making resolutions for the new year. The ancient Romans offered promises to the god Janus, for whom the month of January is named. We are one week into 2012 and already 88% of us have broken our new year’s resolutions. Statistically only 46% of us will keep our vows past the six month mark. Honestly, I’ll be lucky if my annual reforms survive until mid-February. I’ve decided that the problem doesn’t necessarily lie with the failure of the “resolution-maker” as much as it rests on the aspirations themselves; no one really wants to keep a promise designed to squish the fun out of life. It’s important to note that not all resolutions are created equal and therefore, it’s no wonder that travel is in the top five of the most popular items on everyone’s “bucket list” this year.
Considering all the time I’ve spent in Italy these last 8 years, it’s shameful that I’ve never set foot on the island home of my ancestors or, for that matter, in the town of my grandfather’s birth. Situated approximately 75 kilometers from Palermo is the city of Corleone, Italy. Yes, that Corleone. You can see why I’ve been putting it off – it’s an intimidating proposition. Armed (no pun intended) with my documentation, photos of my Nonni and a list of Sicilian phraseology extracted from episodes of Commissario Montalbano, I plan to set out for the motherland and see who and what I discover. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen…? Boh.
the humdrum. Pack your suitcase, grab your passport and head to the nearest airport. Open your aperture for a wider view, cast-off the ball and chain of responsibility and get your Marco Polo on. Listen to the advice of the winged goddess of Greek mythology Nike when she says to, “Just Do It”…tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
This week Bootsnall is kicking off a new weekly event called the Indie Travel Challenge, that will last for all of 2012! Much like their 30 Days of Indie Travel project, Bootsnall invites bloggers from all over the world to participate. This week’s prompt: Resolutions.
Orvieto or Bust: 