It wasn't sunny enough today to spend the day lying on the beach like I wanted, so I decided to take the train to Cinque Terre. The last of the five little towns is only a 30 minute ride away, so I stopped there first and worked my way back. I got to Riomaggiore at about 1 and spent the next 5 hours working my way through the tourist filled streets of 4 of the 5 towns. Each place really is a dream. It's like Venice in that pictures do it no justice, and even after actually being there you still somehow don't believe it's real. It's that good. So were the two gelato's and orange Fanta that I ate throughout the time. Why does the Fanta in the states suck so bad compared to it here? Also, why the crap haven't I ever seen San Pellegrino soda in the states? Anyway, by the time I got to Monterosso (the last of the 5) my foot was starting to bother me enough to decide not to get off the train, but stay on for the next two stops until I was back in Bonassola. I spent the rest of the evening eating dinner, playing with Ludo and watching Toy Story 3 (for like the 100th time, literally).
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