Happy Monday to you all! Hope you had a great weekend… Mine was spent continuing to back on track after returning from our vacation. But I think I am officially back to reality now. And you will have to be as well starting tomorrow, as this is the last batch of pictures to share! I am thinking of sharing all of my favorite New Orleans spots before I have to move, so hopefully you will enjoy that just as much.

But back to vacation. On day seven we docked in Portovenere, after our ship was banned by the Italian government from docking in Portofino (due to the Contra Costa incident). I was initially upset, until I discovered that we would be spending the day in the Cinque Terra!

We drove though the hills of Liguria and ended in Manarola quite early in the morning, which was nice since none of the tourists (besides us) had really crowded up the town yet.

I have had to toss about 80% of the pictures of me because my husband refuses to focus the camera on me and not the background scenery. I see how it is, a dirty old boat is more appealing for him!

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See, THIS is how a picture of a person and a bunch of boats should be taken. Don’t you agree? Men.


Manarola was starting to get busy, so we headed off to make the walk to the next town. I am pretty sure the most interesting thing about Manarola that I discovered are these dog-watering troughs placed on the streets. The troughs themselves are not terribly interesting, but the dog is (some sort of terrier?). I noticed that there were about ten dogs walking around the (VERY small) town and they all were the exact same breed. I never discovered the mystery, but I can only assume that Manarola only allows these dogs to reside there. All others are cast out to sea.

The “hike” to Riomaggiore was picturesque and totally paved. My kind of hiking.

Did I mention that they grew grapes for wine right along side of the trails? Seriously, there is probably no better hike for me in the entire world.

All along the way, tourists had placed locks on every fence as a symbol of love.

It made me think of Mr. A and I and went we placed a Master Lock on the Ponte Vecchio in Florence after our 2005 wedding there. Combination lock? Pad lock? I didn’t know the difference.

Back to the trail. Looks intense, right? It was not.

After a brief visit to Riomaggiore, we took a train to Spezia and then headed back to our port, where we dined at the marina. It was our best meal of the entire trip and I am confident that I weighed 30 pounds more leaving the restaurant. We had several plates of antipasti, a terrific pesto dish and a dessert of gorgonzola cheese. It was intense.




Back on the boat, we opted for a very light dinner of cocktails, fresh fruit and tiramisu.


The next morning we woke in Portoferraio (on the Isle of Elba) and made our way up to the enchanting village of Cappoliveri, which overlooks the Gulfs of Lacona and de Campo.

It is also the home of some interesting graffiti art. Where else can you find Stalin, Hilter, Mother Teresa and Marylin Monroe in one place? I am sure MT is really thrilled to be included here.

Given that there were absolutely no tourists in this town, I allowed myself to indulge in my one and only gelato of the trip. I know that Americans are supposed to love gelato. I just hate being an American when I am traveling. We are so predictable. So I am a closet gelato eater.


I also took a picture of my feet while I was there. Which is very predictable and very American.

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We continued on to La Chiusa, a 17th-century wine farm nestled in a vineyard estate (supposedly occupied at some point by Napoleon during his exile here) and surrounded by olive trees.

Here we had wine tasting – three delightful dessert wines and three not-so-delightful table wines.

below – crostini with olive oil, garlic, mint and orange

below – assorted meats on crostini

below – crostini with capers and anchovy

below – dessert wine with date bread and biscotti



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We drove back through Punta delle Grotte, which offered some splendid views of the coast, on our way back to Portoferraio.


Back on the boat, we took in our last sunset of the trip. It was amazing. And I can’t wait to do another trip like this next year… Right, Mr. A???
