Memories of The Cinque Terre

I still go through our travel photos at least once a week, sometimes two or three times. I’ll think of something we saw or did or ate, and I immediately want to go back and look, and think about it some more. I think about the pictures I took and why, and they usually jolt my memory some more. Anyway, I would like to occasionally write about these memories as they arise. It won’t happen weekly, maybe only once a month or so, I don’t want to write a travelogue either, but just general memories of a place we were fortunate to visit, and show that even the shortest bit of travel can be an adventure.

Visiting the Cinque Terre was a dream fulfilled for me.

Cinque Terre National Park in northwest Italy had been on my bucket list of places I wanted to visit for as long as I can remember. One year I even planned for our family to rent a house there for the summer, but the cutback in Brett’s hours that year and our increasing debt put an end to that plan. So, when we scheduled a month’s stay in Florence I knew this was our chance to visit, and we scheduled an overnight getaway. Because of heavy rains in the area we had to postpone our trip by a couple of weeks, but were easily able to change both our train tickets and our hotel reservation.

Everywhere in Monterosso al Mare was deserted as the summer season had officially ended.

We started our visit by taking the train all the way up to the northernmost village, Monterosso al Mare. The ride from Florence took around three hours, and we had beautiful views along the way, including the Carrerra quarries (where Michelangelo got his marble) and Pisa, where we got a clear view of the Leaning Tower from the train. There were few people on the train though, and when we stepped off in Monterosso it was like entering a ghost town. What we didn’t know was that “the season” had ended a week earlier and few visitors were heading to the area. Shops and restaurants around the village were closed, the beach was deserted, and there were really no people around. We wandered around for a few minutes, found one open restaurant and had delicious seafood lunch, but then headed back to the train station and hopped on the next train to the next village, Vernazza.

We did not realize at first that we had boarded an express train, with the next stop Spezia! We forlornly watched the other four Cinque Terre stations speed by our window as the train rushed through each station. At Spezia we licked our wounds, figured out the schedule for the next train that was stopping at Vernazza, and were eventually back on our way.

Late afternoon and sunset in Vernazza

Vernazza in late afternoon was lovely, with people out and about. It was full of colorful buildings and streets, and had a picturesque harbor. Shops and restaurants were open, and we stopped at a gelateria to get our daily fix. Fishing boats were done for the day and had been pulled up out of the water, but we sat on some rocks by the harbor and watched the sun go down over the Mediterranean. Afterwards we climbed back up the hill to the station, and caught the train to Manarola. We had decided to skip the village of Corniglia because of the time, and because it also required a steep climb from the station to reach it, something we definitely didn’t want to do in the dark.

The village of Corniglia, seen from Manarola. The train station is at the bottom right.

The sun was almost completely down when we reached Manarola, so we set our hotel’s location in Google Maps and started out. What we didn’t realize was that Google Maps gave us directions that looked good on paper but that would not actually get us to our hotel! We went around in circles for a while, but eventually stopped back at a restaurant in the main square and the owner sent us off in the right direction (the opposite of where Google Maps had sent us). It was now pitch dark, there were no street lights or street signs, and we wound our way up to the hotel using the flashlights on our phone, still having no idea if we were going the right direction or not. We eventually reached our hotel, with the owner leaning out the window waiting for us, worried that we were never going to show up (we were his only booking that night). He recommended a restaurant down the hill for dinner, but at that point we were so exhausted and grateful to have found our hotel that we instead went straight to bed and were asleep in moments.

The road to our hotel, as seen in the light the next morning. The hotel, at the top of the stairs in the background, was located on the highest row of buildings in the village.

We woke up to an amazing view from our veranda, of the entire coast and villages all the way back to Monterosso, as well as wonderful views of Manarola below us and of the hillsides covered with grapevines. We got dressed, said our goodbyes to the owner, who was heading out to tend his vineyard, and then headed back down the hill to walk out to a northern viewpoint, followed by a trip back to the square for some more coffee. As we were enjoying our drinks, a group of 60+ Chinese tourists suddenly filled the square. Their numbers blocked everything, and they were very noisy, so we finished our coffees quickly and headed for the train station in hopes of getting to the final village in the Cinque Terre National Park, Riomaggiore, before the big tour group did. Our luck had apparently run out though as the entire group boarded the train just after we did, filling our car to bursting.

Manarola in the morning.

At Riomaggiore, as we climbed off the train we were faced with a dilemma: which way to go? Should be go right and up into the hills, or left, through a long tunnel? The big tour group forming up next to us forced us to make a quick decision and we turned to go left. It turned out to be a wise choice as the road took us up and through the village and offered stunning views along the way. However, the tour group had followed us up the hill and we had to walk quickly to stay ahead of them. We eventually landed in the village square, chose a restaurant, and had one of the best meals of our travels: freshly made pesto with potatoes and pasta for me, and a seafood medley pasta for Brett along with a few glasses of delicious wine. We never saw the Chinese group again – it was like they vaporized somewhere.

Riomaggiore

After we left the restaurant we spotted a sign at the bottom of the square pointing to the station. We turned right at the sign and discovered ourselves in the long tunnel that we would have come through if we had chosen to go right from the station! We left Riomaggiore feeling very glad we had turned left and headed up the hill, big tourist group or not.

We were able to see the trail’s condition in several places during our stay. It was no wonder it was blocked – repairs were expected to take two to three years.

Our one regret was that we were not able to hike any of the cliffside trails between villages – they had been washed out in several places because of the recent heavy rains and were blocked off. Otherwise, we enjoyed a perfect Cinque Terre getaway and satisfied a long-time travel desire of mine.

7 thoughts on “Memories of The Cinque Terre

  1. I remember reading about your train mishap! I don’t remember the Chinese tourists, but what a fun story with a great ending.

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    1. We learned a good lesson that day about *carefully* reading train schedules versus just hopping on the first train that came along. We wasted a lot of time, but thankfully still had a good time.

      That group of tourists was HUGE, and annoyingly loud as well. We still laugh when we remember how quickly we walked up the hill in Riomaggiore as we tried to put some distance between us and them. But the real mystery is what happened to them. We had a window seat at our restaurant and kept expecting to see them walk past us en masse because they would have had to to get back to the station, but they never did, not even in smaller groups. They must of turned around at the top and walked back down the hill.

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  2. Mr S and I were talking today about some of our favourite places. Cinque Terre is in the list for both of us. We stayed three nights and were able to do a bit of the trail. Would love to go back!

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    1. We would have loved to have stayed longer and hiked if possible but the place was a mess after the very heavy rains that had occurred (we were thankfully warned not to go on our original dates by our Airbnb host because of the damage from the rains). In retrospect I’m thankful I never booked the three-month stay. Brett and I would have loved it, but the girls would have been shortly bored out of their minds. They would have loved Florence for that amount of time though.

      I hope we’re able to go back some day.

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  3. Thank you for sharing this travel memory. We did not get to Cinque Terre when we spent a month in Italy. We loved Florence and did a lot of sight seeing from there but could not add in Cinque Terre. It is no longer possible for us to manage it physically but your pictures brought it to life.

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    1. Thank you -you’ve made my day! We almost didn’t get to go because of the weather. I would have been crushed to have been so close and not gotten to go, so it worked out, but it would have been a great excuse for us to go back!

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