CINQUE TERRE, ITALY
My second excursion to these stunning coastal towns was yet again a marvel and a delight. Staying in Manarola, we drank horrible rum while sunbathing on the rocks and swimming in the Ligurian Sea. Tracing the goat paths from town to town and hopping a train or two led to daily adventures and silliness, each dusk capped in gelato, seafood, pasta and wine which kept my belly and soul fulfilled and satisfied. Commemorating a triumph of a trip, I resolved to ink an octopus onto my shoulder. Traveling on to Viareggio, after what we guessed was bad clams, four hours of tattooing by Franky (a Popeye-loving pirate of a man) will forever be clenched in memory.
Manarola
Monterosso
Riomaggiore
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