Okay, I’m grumpy today.
- still fighting a cold that just won’t quit
- our hotel checkout is 10am, which we found out by them calling us and waking us up.. too much rushing
- tourists are swarming the Duomo, you can’t stand Anywhere without being run into
We did find a bookstore that had a nice selection of English books. Derrell has pining to read a Hunter S. Thompson book, but didn’t have luck here. We did find Le Guin and William Gibson books that we hadn’t read. Very cool.
Food is a key point to a trip. On the way to the train station, I found a perfect salad. Fresh butter lettuce, hard-boiled egg, flavorful tomato, crisp red bell pepper, celery, olives - heaven! You’ve got to enjoy the smaller pleasures of life.. and it was all served with no tourists - double heaven!
Derrell opted for McDonald’s (ug). While standing there eating, an employee was mopping and she mopped over the straps of my bag. Gross. I picked up my bag and they aimed at my feet. What an annoying person. You would think that would be a unique experience, but at the next train station we headed into the McDonald’s for the only station restroom and, this time, three employees were mopping. Derrell had to pick up our bags to keep them from getting hit.. again. What weird employees! How do they make them so dim-witted? Must be from eating too much fast food.
We settled into our hotel in Cinque Terre and went out to sit on the harbor and look at the fantastically torquoise water. Travel days are sometimes best when they end.
