Showing posts with label cinque terre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinque terre. Show all posts

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Cinque Terre Day 2

Well our intent to get going nice and early sort of didn't happen, and we weren't out the door until 9:30. We headed over to Pasticcheria Laura for cafe latte and pastry. Unbeknownst to us this was a hot spot for the locals, and got packed 5 minutes after we arrived. McC had a slice of pastry that looked like it had berry filling but we discovered it was chocolate. I had a small fruit tart that had the lightest, sweetest crust I've ever had (Mom, please don't murder me for sayin that). We escaped the crush in the nick of time.
I remembered I didn't bring a scarf to visit the churches so we stopped at a shop next to our pensione. €10 for 100% cashmere? Yes please! We made our way down through Piazza Garibaldi and decided to check out the castello which sits on a high rocky promontory, ready to alert the town in case of Saracen pirate attacks. As we walked up the path I noticed another structure sitting below it, also looking out to sea. While I had seen it the night before I didn't truly understand what it was until just then. It was a German pillbox bunker leftover from WW2. Nearby La Spezia was a Nazi stronghold during the war, as it had a big port, but the Germans dotted the little villages up the coast from there with troops as defense from Allied attacks. The bunker was in great shape and I was amazed at being able to see something in real life that I had only seen in my grandfather's photos from the war.
After that we bought some train tickets and head to the next town south, which is Vernazza. Little Vernazza sits in a very steep canyon leading down to its little harbor.  The buildings are a rabbit warren of paths, tunnels and warped steps leading every which way. We did a little shopping and then ventured into those alleys, on our way up to the Castello Andrea Doria, which is a fortified building from the middle ages. The view from the tower and deck is amazing. You can see Monterosso on one side, and Corniglia on the other. Behind you climbing the steep canyons are the famous terraced vineyards of Cinque Terre where they grow the grapes for their wine. McC and I went in search of the outside deck for the wine tasting I had read about only we discovered it was closed on Wednesdays.  Damn! Some nice Korean ladies from Lake Arrowhead were lost in the pathways and followed us out. How random! We've met quite a few Americans here in Cinque Terre, which is sort of funny.
We decided to check out the church of Santa Margherita de Antiochi which was built in the 13th century. Its a very dim church, simple on the inside with very thick walls and highly place windows. I imagine they probably hid all their wealth so as not to be a target for pirates. McC and I started getting hungry by then so we went in search of lunch. We ended up at a tiny enoteca, with some foccacine (sandwiches made from foccacia, which was "invented" in Cinque Terre) and wine. Perfect light meal. I really wanted some gelato so I bought una coppa piccola with chocolate and raspberry.  Omg it was good. There is nothing like gelato made in italy, I don't care what anyone tells you! McC and I were bummed about the wine tasting but we found another place to do it and walked right in. The Cinque Terre is known for their white wines but also for a specific dessert wine called Schiaccetrá. Its fairly strong and served in small glasses. To me its has this honeyed texture and even tastes like honey with almost no aftertaste. They serve it with cantucci, which are little almond cookies sort of like biscotti. I was a bit buzzed after that so we decided to go back to Monterosso and chill out.
Once we got back we wanted to check out this sculpture of Neptune clled Il Gigante. It was made in 1910 but the Allied bombing raids on the Germans in the area wrecked it pretty bad so he's missing his arms and the giant shell he used to carry. The main body is still intact and is magnificent in scale, even from as far back as we were standing. We met a nice older lady from La Jolla who was by herself and strolled with us for a bit. We checked out this restaurant called Miky which is #1 in a lot of guidebooks and on TripAdvisor. I made us a reservation for that night for dinner.
We decided if we were going to have one expensive dinner then Miky would be it. And holy cow it was worth it! This area is known for its seafood so I decided to step out of my box and order the stuffed anchovies. SO GOOD! We also ordered spaghetti with monkfish and olives (which they set on fire at our table), yellowfin tuna and filetto piemontese. For dessert it was tort ciok con banana carmellato. Its safe to say we were in a food coma after that. The 20 minute walk back to our hotel was needed to work off some of the food and I fell into bed like a sack of potatoes. Tomorrow we leave for Genova on the next phase of our trip.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Its finally here!

This morning I got up three hours before La Lopez was due to pick me up. Yeah I admit it, I waited til the last minute to finish cleaning my apartment or pack. So I guess I blew my reputation as a planner out of the water. Normally I would be but it seems like the run up to this years trip came sliding in to a screeching stop rather the easy, careful journey I mostly have.
I arrived at LAX with no extra time to spare lingering among the coffee shops and duty free places I commonly check out. Why? Guess who was selected to "voluntarily" get swabbed for explosive residue and an extra check on her bags? This chick right here. Because last time I checked, haji totally masquerades as a super tall white girl in a long hot pink body skimming dress with a slit up one side. F you TSA. I almost missed boarding.
I'm not a huge fan of United but I guess I've flown worse in my years of traveling. So the in flight meal/cart comes around and they have boxed "tapas". Hmm.. looks interesting so I get it. I am then laughing to myself at the amusing offerings inside said box. Ever had marinated Greek olives in a bag? Hummus in a squeezable tube? No? Well I did today, and I'll actually say it wasn't half bad..lol. Luckily I had my trusty tablet before I was subjected to a forgettable Adam Sandler movie. An hour wait before I land in DC for my layover before going on to Munich.
Jamming thru DC to the train to get to my terminal felt like a cattle call. I had just enough time to call Sister with a Suitcase and my nonna before getting on the train. Got to my gate in time and onto my flight where I was pleasantly surprised to see USB ports on all the seatbacks! Hooray! No dead phone!
After arriving in Munich I waited around to find McC before we finally got to the last leg of our journey to Genoa. The flight was uneventful until I saw the Alps peeking above the clouds. As we flew closer they reached up close to the jet, revealing tiny towns nestled in their deep green canyons. Soon in was flat pasture land again. Finally after one more set of mountains, I saw the Tyrhennian Sea sparkling in the sun. There was Genoa off in the distance while we flew up the coast of Liguria, AKA the Italian Riveria. Blue green water lapped at the shores of all the coastal towns wedged up against the hills and cliffs, all facing the sea as if waiting for something. Which is most likely true since this area was raided my Saracen pirates in the middle ages.
After an hour long train where we were wowed with even more spectacular views, we finally arrived in Monterosso al Mare. There was the beach right at the train station, and we walked along the strain to the tunnel that led inland. After half a mile walk uphill we arrived at our location, which was a little pensione right in the middle of everything.
McC and I went to a place for dinner that was recommended by our pensione owner, Michela, called Via Venti. I came 5000 miles and I was determined to have pesto in Cinque Terre, which is where it was invented. We celebrated our vacation and me turning 40 while enjoying trofie al pesto and gnocchi with artichoke and shrimp. This shrimp was monstrous, but dang it was tasty.
We were super full so we walked down the shore again and I took some great pics of the moonlight on the water. Finally we called it a night so we could get up early for Vernazza tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Countdown

13 days to go and I'm getting antsy. That sort of restless that drives you crazy all day long. All your plans are made, your reservations are double checked, and you begin fantasizing about about your adventure.
This is me right now. It started last weekend when I visited my 91 year old grandmother so I could show her pictures of where I was going. So where am I going, you ask. Monterosso al Mare (in the Cinque Terre, Italian Riviera), Genova and then off to the Balkans for 5 days in Split, Croatia.
One of the things I like about traveling is learning about the local culture. What are they known for? Do they have regional items? Turns out Cinque Terre is home of two of my favorite Italian foods: focaccia and pesto. I LOVE pesto. In fact, in northern Italy you can only call something "pesto genovese" if the basil to make it was locally grown. They're also known for a couple of different kinds of wine specific to that area and I plan on doing my fair share of tasting them all!
So here's a little preview of the some of the things I'll be eating, drinking and seeing:
Beautiful Vernazza!
Sciacchestra wine is only found in Cinque Terre

bruschetta and crostini


pesto ravioli

Castello at Monterosso al Mare