Quaint vs Supercenter

In comparison to the U.S., Italian grocery stores are quaint to say the least. And might be one of my favorite things about Italy.

This is the entire front of the grocery store in Riomaggiore. (See Shell inside? She was making a wine run before we headed back to the apartment for the night.) 

Because of the small size, Italian grocery stores are crowded places with the narrow isles difficult to maneuver at times. Many are so small there aren't isles at all. While shopping carts are available in some of the larger stores, it's more common to use a much smaller pull behind plastic cart that is about the same size as a hand basket. Many times you don't use a cart at all because you need to remember that whatever you buy you have to carry back to your apartment. Yet another big difference from their culture and ours. 

Through our trips we've learned a few things about grocery store etiquette. :) We need to wear plastic gloves when choosing fresh fruits or vegetables. Then we put our produce on a scale and type in the code that matches the food chosen and then a tag prints out with the price and we stick it on the bag. There isn't a scale at the checkout so if you haven't weighed it yourself the clerk will just set it aside and you don't buy it. And they aren't real patient with you if you hold up the check-out line. ha!
It may sound kind of silly but it is SO cool to be able to "shop" like the locals.

Italian grocery stores do not bag your groceries. You bag your own. And if you don't bring your own reusable bag you'll need to buy a plastic bag which costs around 10 cents. I can't count how many times we intended to bring our own bag and then forgot to put it in the backpack so had to buy one. geez. And there were many times we'd just load down the backpack and carry armloads so we didn't spend that extra 10 cents on another bag. :) Memories!

In the smaller villages the stores close for several hours in the afternoon and then reopen for a few hours into early evening. Typical opening time is 8:00 am to 1:30 pm. Then the store is closed from 1:30 to 4:00 pm and reopens from 4:00 pm to 7:00 pm. There were several nights we found ourselves jumping off the train and racing to get there before closing time. :) Because of course we had to get a bottle of wine each night before we schlepped up the stairway to the stars, otherwise known as our apartment.  

You know it's a good trip when you can even make memories in a grocery store!

Manarola

These small villages sit on the sea, literally. 

Fishing boats are parked like cars on a traditional street. I'm curious how the locals get these boats from the harbor to these small side streets. 

While enjoying these views we noticed four gentlemen hauling sheet rock up these ever steep inclines to a home at the top of another set of stone steps. Each man balanced sheet rock on his back and ever so steadily climbed the path and then on toward the staircase where he would tilt and maneuver himself and the sheet rock up the narrow staircase until we lose sight of him inside the building. My sister and I talked about how every single task of construction is done by hand with brute strength and determination. 
Because we were there in the off season there seemed to be a lot of construction and renovations to properties being done. We also watched several places being worked on where the demolition debris was handed down by rope from the top story of a building in 5 gallon buckets!
I'm certain we stared at the way this culture took this all in stride and the striking contrariety of our own culture. 

Sitting on those timeworn stones as we looked silently at the sea was a humbling experience.

We watched families enjoy each other's company while a brother teased his sister just out of sight of mom's scolding.

Manarola, you are a gem and you know it.

Truth

A mind stretched by new experiences can never go back to its old dimensions.
Travel. Learn. Grow

Corniglia

The middle village, Corniglia, is the only village that is not directly on the sea. To reach the actual village you need to climb 365 steps. After traipsing up and down steep streets for two days my butt  muscles were not looking forward to 365 more steps so I stayed down below while my sister made the hike to the top.

 The weather was beautiful this day with no clouds in sight so we were hoping to see a great sunset. We weren't sure we'd get back to Riomaggiore in time so we decided to stay in Corniglia. The sunset we saw was stunning. 

We took pictures with our phones so these don't begin to show how beautiful it truly was. 

Are You Porter?

Cinque Terre consists of five little villages that cling to a mountain side that kisses the sea.
We arrived in Cinque Terre at night with a light rain falling. The apartment we rented was located in the village of Riomaggiore. (I chose this village because I liked the way the word was spelled. (true story. ha!)

I had correspondence with the apartment owner through email only and the directions we were given were 'follow the "main street" to Columbo St. and ask for Simone at the store between the bar and the pharmacy'.   Of course directions are never quite as simple as they sound. 

My sister and I left the train station and immediately feel lost (as is very common for us) so we ask the first person we see if she knows the address we are looking for.  She did not, but tells us which direction to head to. We are literally the only people out on the streets and we walk through this long dark tunnel pulling our suitcases. Just outside the tunnel we find Columbo St and look for a bar and a pharmacy of which we see neither at first. It's raining, we don't have our umbrella out (did I mention I lost my umbrella before we even made it to airport security!) This is a quiet street with a few locals walking home. One restaurant was open and a tiny grocery store had lights on. We did not see the bar or the pharmacy where we were to introduce ourselves to Simone. The dark stone street was quiet when we heard a man say, "Are you Porter?" (in a thick Italian accent.) We answer, "yes" and he waves and says, "Come with me."

So, we follow this totally random stranger and he leads us up a steep hill and numerous stairs until we reach a metal gate. "Here is the hard part." he says. I can only image what that means because I'm gasping for breath from the walk up the side of this mountain town in the rain. Also, I'm wearing a 'boot' because I'd broken a bone in my foot several weeks prior. Ugh!

He opens the metal gate and there are 67 steep stone steps up to our apartment. My sister is laughing and tells me that maybe next time I should ask about the number of steps involved when renting our next apartment. :)

When we reach the apartment my glasses are fogging over because I'm so hot and out of breath. Does that sound like fun? Not at that moment no, but it was in hindsight. The apartment was great and had an amazing top terrace that overlooked part of the village and the Ligurian Sea.

It was one of those things that makes you stare and doesn't seem quite real. A true piece of beautiful nature.
Neither of us had heard of the Ligurian Sea so we were fascinated by it. Both of us wanted to put our hands in the water so we could say we'd touched the Ligurian Sea.