Greetings from Riomaggoire, at Cinqueterre. This is a quaint little coastal town known the world over.
After a long train trip here, and a long struggle with our packed bags, we finally made it up the hill to our room, commanding an amazing view over the town and port.
We walked to a nearby beach for a swim to cool down. It was a struggle getting in and out thanks to the giant pebbles. Yep, I fell on my arse. Maybe thongs weren’t the best idea.
After another gruelling walk up the hill, where we seemingly took a wrong turn and walked even higher than what we needed to, we regretted the two cocktails we had polished off after our swim. Dumb idea.
Then, at night, it was down to dinner at the port. There was a concert on, and they had candles lit all around the port, lighting up the night.
And to top it all off, fireworks. Someone had obviously told them about my birthday.