I heart Monterosso!

The Cinque Terre is magic! L'amore! The old streets, crammed houses, laundry lines outside windows and across streets - straight out of a story this town, Monterosso, breathes. The street cafes, gelato shops (oh the gelato shops), all are even more alive during the World Cup - especially last night while Italy played Ghana. And even though Italy (sadly) lost 2-3, the interest in the cup has not wavered in the least. Kids were running through town, soccer ball passing between each yelling boy, nearly missing the man who gave a disapproving look, a look that didn't faze a single boy.

This town has an energy that fascinates and invites me. Perhaps part of this feeling comes from its remote location that can be reached by a long, narrow, windy road, by train, or boat. I am so use to the openness of Southern California beach cities like Huntington that can be seen from the very wide and busy PCH. Getting from one Cinque Terre city to another is almost the same, except for the trail that can be walked from the first to the last with pit stops at each along the way.

We ended up hiking to three other Terre cities, a hike that was not to be rushed. It was too beautiful and too difficult to do so. Walkways and steep stone stairs led us from Monterosso to Vernazza (my favorite stretch of the hike). The trail contained great views that defy description or picture (though I took plenty) - flowers and lush greens, occasional peeks to the city we left and the deep blue ocean, finally opening up just enough to see Vernazza tucked away in a cove filled with boats and sun bathers. For something so inspiring, I am at a loss for words...

Vernazza is said to be the prettiest of the five cities, but, lovely though it is, my favorite is Monterosso - the eclectic houses with painted details and old town charm simply won my heart. And the people we came across in Monterosso were no small part of the town's beauty.

Our waiter that night, a perfect example of the spirit of Monterosso, was so warm - he proudly told us about the Basil leaves that are grown two hills over that are essential to "the best pesto in Italy. In the world". Apparently these basil plants have "smaller leaves but they are smelly." I have to say, coupled with spinach ravioli, it was indeed wonderful pesto, this pesto made with tradition and pride, so reflective of this small Italian town.

Amidst the hustling tourists and taxis tearing through the city, the slower pace of many of the locals becomes a welcome contrast. Settings are placed on tables, patios are swept of last night's dinner, dogs are walked: things are done, not hurried. A lesson I hope to take home with me - especially when I have guests. I realize how contagious an attitude can be, either relaxed or stressed. I am, therefore, determined to have an attitude that allows those around me to feel relaxed and free to leave anxieties behind.