Hello friends! I’m very behind this week, so I apologize for getting this post out so late. As the semester wraps up, things are getting busy!
I was in Italy last week for Easter. This was my last trip of the semester, and although it fell into place at the last minute, I’m so glad that it did. It was everything I imagined and more.
Cinque Terre is a stretch of rugged coastline in the Liguria region of northwest Italy. It is not one town, but five – Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, and Monterosso al Mare – connected by a scenic hiking trail that traverses the hills between the towns.
I stayed in Vernazza, a beautiful but small village that is known for its picturesque harbor and quaint atmosphere. It was a lovely place to stay.
Unfortunately, most of the hiking trail was closed for maintenance while I was there. My friend and I hiked what we could, then spent the rest of our trip sitting on the beach, exploring the towns, and eating as much gelato as we could.
I could write about the incredible views, the deep turquoise water, and the stunning hillsides, but I think the pictures say it all. Enjoy!
The hike was the main activity of the week, but we were also lucky enough to do some ocean kayaking during our stay. The water was cold but calm, and it was almost surreal to be out in the open water paddling alongside the rocky cliffs.
Sitting on the beach was, of course, another highlight of the trip. Coming from cold and gray Copenhagen, it was a real treat to see the sun. The beaches were pristine.
It’s no secret that I love bread. And pasta. So Italy really agreed with me in terms of diet.
Soon after arriving in Cinque Terre, I learned that the Liguria region is the birthplace of focaccia. Traditional focaccia is thinner than the types we see in the States, maybe just two or three centimeters thick. It has the rich flavor of olive oil, and takes on satisfying saltiness from the liquid brine that is poured over the dough before baking. It’s a weird process, but it makes for some tasty bread!
In addition to the focaccia, I ate endless amounts of pasta and gelato. The pesto was fresh, the gelato was creamy, and I miss it all already.
What a great trip. I’m back in Copenhagen now with just two weeks to go. And yes, I’m still counting down the days!
With finals season upon me, I’m going to cut myself some slack and take a break from the blog this coming week. When I post again, it will really, finally, thankfully be the bitter end. Until then, XO