Vernazza, view of the town from the terrace restaurant
Cinque Terre, don't think I don't know exactly what you're doing. With your stunning cliff-top terraces and nauseatingly perfect sunsets. It's all a big stupidly gorgeous diversion. You think that by bringing out the big guns, i.e. the glistening pebble beaches and quaint, colourful townships, we won't notice that all your ATMs are in Italian, rendering them useless, or that your bottles of water cost three times as much.
We'll just overlook the fact that your world-class pizzas and focaccias come with a side of Italian 'tude, and that there isn't a single elevator in your hilly towns.
Just bat those lashes at us again, CT. You know you have us wrapped around your little steep-as-hell-step-ridden finger. I've lost count of how many times Marg has stacked it down the stairs late at night and I've laughed inappropriately.
We'll just overlook the fact that your world-class pizzas and focaccias come with a side of Italian 'tude, and that there isn't a single elevator in your hilly towns.
Just bat those lashes at us again, CT. You know you have us wrapped around your little steep-as-hell-step-ridden finger. I've lost count of how many times Marg has stacked it down the stairs late at night and I've laughed inappropriately.
Oh what's that Cinque Terre? You have pizza bases shaped like fish? Boom - forgiven.
Was also awesome to catch up with a work friend from Italy, who kindly guided us through a focaccia tasting while visiting Monterosso.
The three B's: Beers, bread and beach
The stock standard focaccia here is different to what we're served in Australia; denser, oily-er and saltier, yum. My favourite - the focaccia de recco (focaccia with cheese) pictured above.
