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After a couple hours in Monaco (plenty of time to see virtually the entire country), I headed back to the train station to catch a train to Genova, Italy. On the train I ran into Amy and Erica again...apparently things didn't work out with crashing on that guy's couch.
The trip to Genova was nice. I had a good conversatin with a Bolivian immigrant trying to make a new life in Northern Italy. He hadn't been able to find ANY work for 6 months in Italy and was an accountant back home in Cuchabamba. Sounded like he spoke decent Italian, too (at least he answered his phone "pronto.")
At Genova, I took a few steps out of the train station to buy a new book (I read Angels and Demons too fast and needed a new read). I picked up a cheap copy of Moby Dick and headed back in to catch the train to Monterosso, the first town in the Cinque Terre.
Upon exiting the train station, the girls and I had no idea where to find a hostel and Cinque Terre occupied all of a page or so in our guide books. We wandered around for a while optimistically checking buildings labeled "hotel" but were ultimately deterred by the price tags.
We heard that there was one hostel in town and got directions to it from a hotel. It was getting late and we were getting desperate. As we were working our way up the street to the hostel (which was full) a woman called out from behind us in Italian. I turned and she said only "room?" "Si" I said as she led us to here little house and offered us a room with a double and a single bed for 25 euros each. We were thrilled to not have to sleep on the beach and bit the bullet on the price.
My hand is starting to hurt. I'll write more later.
3 comments:
You go from spending your nights with 4 wives, 3 totally different foreign women loaded with wine, then walk lover's lane alone? Kevin I'm shocked and confused. Oh well. Hope you keep having fun.
I just got back from florida last night. Good times. Saw and ate turtles, aligators and frog legs. Spent evenings body serving and touring St. Augusting, the oldest continuously inhabited city in America founded by europeans. Spanish castles and surf boards. Lots of fun. Talk to ya later.
So I just got back from my Boston, Hanover, Ithaca trip. HBS is the dream now (well, still behind Stanford, but now I'd rather go there than MIT). Dartmouth was rad and Hanover was really small. Ithaca wasn't that cool but the business school was.
Dude, you gotta wait for the tide to go down and then climb out onto that big rock. It's rad. Good pictures too.
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