Riomaggiore: give us your life!

Riomaggiore: give us your life!

photo is from: http://www.lonelyplanet.com/italy/cinque-terre

Ever heard of the Cinque Terre?

No? OK, let’s make that our first destination.

It’s an area on the coast in Italy where there are five towns connected to each other by traintracks. You are going to LOVE it, I can guarantee it. (find out more about me here.)

I spent a week there once, and it has always been on my list of places to revisit.

We are going to drive into the town of Riomaggiore with no set plans of where to stay or what to do. Somehow, the little old Italian guy that met me before will know we’re coming, and he will take us to his little villa, which will somehow be available, and that’s where we’ll stay.

His villa is on the side of the hill. I guess that goes without saying, because everything there is on a hill. Hill is really the wrong word. Mountainside would be more accurate. The five towns of the Cinque Terre are colorful collections of little cube buildings, all in a jumble, stuck to steep mountain slopes that slide into the blue blue ocean at the very bottom.

These are towns that people draw and paint and photograph and make jigsaw puzzles of.
We’re going to go there and just hang for a while. Senor Italiano’s villa is small but adequate, and we can fling open all the windows for THE perfect view of the town below and the

Mediterranean beyond.

You’ll hate me at first that the villa is at the top of Riomaggiore. It means that to buy our daily bread, to pick our veggies from the street vendors, to get our coffees at the café by the quai, we will have to walk down about four million uneven stone steps. And then . . . yeah . . . back up all those steps to get home.

But seriously, it’ll be worth it. Trust me.
Time in the Cinque Terre is not the same as time in these United States. The minutes there have more seconds, the hours have more minutes, the days have more hours. Don’t ask me how.

They just do. So our coffee at the café, overlooking the cove with its bobbing fishing boats, will feel like it lasts for much longer than just an hour.
We will ignore the waitress who is a douchebag. Well, maybe she has changed since I was there last. Maybe she has triumphed over a life transition and knows that life is a winnable game, and maybe this will make her nicer than she was before.

But if not, we’ll ignore her. We don’t have to take in that kind of negative energy. Push it back, I say. Just give us the coffee and let us love your town and your ocean and your air and your sky!

So, this will be our first stop in my quest. Riomaggiore, town #1 of the Cinque Terre. It will be the beginning of my confidence rebuilding that life is a winnable game, and that by God, I’m going to win it!

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