December 10th:
Outside my hostel window the rain is pouring down in Ferenzie (that’s Florence in our western vocab). A three-hour tour of Pisa today offered a brief splash of sun on the leaning bell tower and a stellar artichoke, olive, ham, and parm pizza. Yes, now I can say I’ve eaten pizza in Pisa, a true Italian experience. My four nights prior to that the Cinque Terre provided a phenomenal experience of sunshine, fabulous trails, villages clinging to the edge of the sea, pesto, pasta, and vino, and true relaxation in the company of fantastic travelers. Here’s a photo journal:
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Hey Zach! I've enjoyed following your adventures and secretly hoped you would make it through Cinque Terra. Rose and I met in Monterosso after I hiked the trail from Vernazza. Seems like a lifetime ago. Keep on bloggin. I love it.
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