We leave our dear friends in Switzerland. That morning, we walked in the forest among mighty mountains with their cat.
In Italy, the trains are jammed. We enter the wrong car. In a mixture of languages, people pass luggage back and forth. Lemons bend down tree branches here. We eat creatures from the sea. Such a long way we have come, to this world of color and wisteria fragrance. Cats sun themselves on ancient stone walls.
9 thoughts on “Cinque Terre, Italy”
What a fabulous adventure!
That’s an amazing village. A great photo.
What a beautiful place!
The place is wonderful!
It looks so intimate, shoehorned in between terraced hills.
So unimaginably lovely!