Ciao, Ciao!
Everyone in Rapallo says things twice. Prego, Prego... it's catchy.
Day due started early (funny how at home we have no problem sleeping in but here we jump out of bed...well, Steve jumps out of bed and has to spend about 30 minutes trying to wake JA up).
After a walk around Rapallo, we checked out Cristallo's cafe for colazione (breakfast, which apparently for Italians consists of LOTS of espresso and pastries). The highlight of our walk was seeing this older signore catch a fish out of the sea... he was so happy. And drew quite the crowd. Steve said he was probably catching dinner. How cool would that be? Then I imagined this sweet man headed home with one fish, so proud, and his wife going “One pesce? What am I going to do with one pesce??) Anyway, back to Rapallo.
Then the day really began... Steve kind of tricked me into walking to Portofino from our hotel... it was very sneaky.
We had walked to San Michele on our earlier morning walk...it was only a few kilometers from here. Not bad. We had some peaches and watched construction workers “working” (they mostly just stood around talking – they were still there 2 hours later when we came back. Side note: check out this photo of a local bank's hours. Not bad, eh?)
So our afternoon walk took us through San Michele again... and up to Santa Margherita. The sidewalk borders one of the scariest roads I've ever seen – with Italian men driving their scooters crazy fast while texting and passing busses...one woman was eating a sandwich! No big deal. At times, there was no center lane. These people crack me up – everywhere we go, everyone is taking their time. Chatting, eating, sipping cafe... then as soon as they get behind a wheel, they turn into Enzo Ferrari.
Anyway, we had our dose of adventure walking from town to town along that road... at one point, the sidewalk literally disappeared and we had to walk along the road into oncoming traffic. That was super fun! ;-)
A quick lunch in Santa Margherita consisted of some Fruita di Mare seafood salad (Steve's current obsession) and Caprese... then the best pesto we have ever had. I have learned pesto is from this region and the traditional way to serve it is with green beans and potatoes. Sounds strange but SO delicious.
And wine... obviously wine for lunch is one of the best perks of being on vacation in Italy. It's totally acceptable here. And cafe. Lots of it. It's the jet-lagged traveler's best friend.
Okay, lunch is done and we're just going to walk to the next town. “It's not far, I promise,” says my adorable husband. Ha!
An hour later, we arrive in Portofino... after a similarly scary sidewalk situation. But some of the most beautiful views I've ever seen. And this waterfall and the cutest little village literally on the beach. And the promise of a gelato at the end of the journey, which totally worked.
Portofino was gorgeous and so worth the walk. I didn't get my gelato because we ended up having some vino biancho and people watching for hours. It took me a while to notice but then Dior, Louis Vuitton and Missoni (among others) began calling my name... we went to check out the bus situation (my feet, unfortunately, had decided to call it quits this afternoon) and had to jump on the bus to make it back in time for a quick siesta before dinner.
So we're headed back there today... for my gelato and some shopping. And the restaurant we were hanging out in front of serves Bellinis with Vouve Cliquot. Yes, please!
Steve will fill y'all in on our amazing dinner last night and anything else I've missed.
Ciao for now bellos & bellas!
J