Relax, Run, Enjoy

Gita, a word that holds adventure of the unknown possibilities. A little trip. One of my favorite words...

A new day brought many new adventures for us, that's for sure. The best part about new days is that there is no knowing what it will bring. The key word for any day is flexibility. The flexibility to just go with whatever the day gives you, especially since the day is always keeping you on your toes and throwing surprises out there. Given this, there is little to do to control it or try to plan to do anything, especially when traveling here in Italy. Just let go and allow the day to show itself, drop those expectations, and enjoy the adventure. Also important to keep in mind that not everything has to be done in one day. While enjoying the ride, though, don't forget to relax, but also to be assertive, maybe even a little pushy, so as not to get lost in the shuffle or miss out on opportunities.

"The only way of catching a train I ever discovered is to miss the train before" ~G.K. Chesterton

I experienced all this on our day trip to Cinque Terre. It was here that we became intimate with the Italian trains, something that hardens you and forces you to think, and run, fast. The trains are not designed for the sluggish or tepid. In order to get where you need to go, its required to commit to it and don't slow down until the doors are closed and you're sitting down, either on the train or on a bench waiting for the next one. The energy at any of the stations we were at was a mixture of thrill, urgency, confusion, anxiety, excitement. The people in the crowds were your competition, battling for a spot on the train. Looking into the eyes of each person, everyone was thinking the same thing, you will not take my spot on that train. No way. We awoke before the sun to get to hop on a train, my first trip departing from the station. We got our tickets, which you just choose the starting point and destination and no specific time on them, and got them validated in one of the little yellow boxes. Once validated, they last for 6 hours, which I later learned is so if you miss a train you don't have to get another ticket, just use the same one. Very important.

"The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience" ~Daniel J. Boorstin

The train ride to La Spezia was about two and a half hours, arriving just before 9. From there we connected to Cinque Terre. During the wait for the next train, we got our park passes which included access to all the trails and trains within the 5 towns. Then we joined the throngs of travelers on the platform to board the train. What we didn't know, as we soon learned, was that placement on the platform determines everything. When the train arrived, we realized we were in the exact wrong position, in between the doors, one being 10 feet to the left and another the same distance to the right. As the mob quickly filled the train, it became apparent that the sardine can could not fit even one more desperate passenger. People were crammed, practically hanging out the doors and windows, with us desperately looking back at them from the platform, hoping they would squeeze just a little more so we could cram in. I was caught off guard by how quickly the train filled up and sped away as we were left standing with the few other stragglers in the now deserted station. Luckily, there were many more trains leaving for our destination, so it worked out. We were prepared from then on out for the rest of the day, by the end of which we could be professional train riders.

Cinque Terre. It is difficult to describe this set of little characteristic towns hanging off the coast of the Riviera in northern Italy. And the water. Oh, the water! Rich, pure, serene, salty, refreshing, healthy, and blue blue blue. We made a B-line for the water after the short walk from the first town to the second. Sliding from the harbor into the Mediterranean I was at peace, wishing to stop time for just a little bit so I could enjoy it for a few more moments. I could have spent a lifetime floating in that water…But on to the next town! Each of the towns are connected by the train, or there are trails and paths from one to the next, varying in length and difficulty. So as to get enough time in the last two towns, we decided to take the train from the second town, to the fifth and hike from the fifth to the fourth, skipping the third. We hopped out of the water just in time to realize the train we wanted was full, no surprise, and the next was a ways away. But no worries, we hiked back to the first town and went from there to the last town. It was less than a 10 minute ride.

In the last town, the farthest north, we had lunch and swam again for a bit. On the way to town we passed an accordion player with his scruffy dead-looking dog serenading passersby. Cinque Terre is known not only for the stunning coastline and unique towns, but also their pesto, great seafood and for their "acciughe", anchovies. In honor of that, we ate pizza! I got one with anchovies, capers, and mozzarella and stole a few bites of the pesto one too. Delish! While we were chowing down, we were sitting next to a group of Italians signing and my roommate Janelle was able to practice her sign language skills too! It was so fun to watch! At first, though, she thought she was a little rusty in her fluency, but that was because they were signing in Italian, which has quite a few differences than ASL. Despite this, one of the older men was still able to communicate his fondness for Janelle, without any bashfulness, asking her to run away with him. She declined though, we had more exploring to do!

Each of the towns, unique in their own way, were full of character. The brightly colored buildings. The harbors of equally impressive expression. The tiny little streets that have become a familiar sight around Italy and continue to transport me to another world. The coastline. The deep blue water. The vineyards climbing the steep mountainside. The paths connecting the towns. All this creates an atmosphere of delight, of exploration. The magic of the area's charm reassures me that I will definitely come back here again soon!

From our lunch spot we made a short hike down to the water, skipping the touristy beachy spots where you have to pay for a spot on the sand and opting for the rocky cliffs to jump into the water. There we jumped off the little rocks, explored a little cave, and floated on the surface which was surprisingly easy in the salty water. You almost don't have to even tread the water to stay afloat! The water was so clear and calm and peaceful, being disrupted only by our splashes as we jumped in. It was so clear too. I would have loved to get some diving in. Hopefully on the next trip there! Not wanting to get out, we swam around for a bit. Kristina even showed off her newly found talent of opera singing. The caves had great acoustics too! After a while in the water we reluctantly had to move on to the next town so we could make it back to the station in time. Not surprisingly the regional trains were going on strike that evening, starting at 9pm through the evening the next day, limiting our chances to get back home. Though it wouldn't have been the worst thing to be stuck there a couple days…

As we started the hike from the fifth town, Monterosso, to the fourth, Vernazza, we realized it would be good to know about how long it would take. The others were all less than 20 minutes so we didn't give it much thought. At the trailhead, hikers coming from the other direction were beat red, sweaty, out of breath, and sipping their last few drops of water. I thought, hmmm, how long is this trail? Luckily we had Rick with us (as in Rick Steves' guidebook). I have his "Italy" book and Janelle got the genius idea from her dad to just separate the book from the binding into sections of interest. So we had this little booklet about Cinque Terre that informed us the rough trail takes about an hour and a half from start to finish. This wouldn't have been an issue, but we soon realized that we only had about that amount of time to catch the last train leaving the town and make the connections before the strike started. We debated for a bit whether to quickly hike the trail or walk back to town to leisurely take a train to the other town instead. I was eager to hike the trail, seeing as it is one of the highlights of many who visit there. As more hikers crawled their last few steps, we got a mixture of times of how long it took them, ranging from an hour and a half to three. Later Janelle pointed out that it would have been best to ask those with with actual watches rather than relying on those out of breath, warning us between gasps that it took all day long. Not wanting to neither miss out on the hike or the train home, Kristina and I took off up the trail, with just enough time to book it to the other side and catch the train. A few minutes in, or more like up the seemingly never-ending set of stairs, we realized we only had a few drops of water each left in our bottles of water. Janelle too had used up her water to wash off her feet before she put on her shoes, realizing only later how precious that water would soon be. Those coming down huffin' and puffin' warned us between their breaths what we were in for. But we pushed through. On the way up we sew a man selling lemonade literally out of a stand in the mountainside. As we hurried past he yelled out to us "Ciao ragazze!", hello girls! We had no time to dawdle, though, and whipped by him turning only to yell Ciao back. We had some big ol' stairs to focus on! With each giant step up we were one closer to the top, keeping in mind that it naturally meant the second half would be downhill.

(Pictures were a great excuse to take a breather on the trail)

As we scurried past those causally strolling the trails, the views became more and more impressive. Making our way up the hill, the trail swerved through lush coverings and over little bridges and streams, through vineyards, and on the cliffside. At some points there was only room enough for one person to navigate the skinny trail on the side of the mountain.

Trying to make good time, not being sure of how long the trail really was, we kept a good pace, passing all the slow-pokes to be sure to not lag behind or loose time. At one point there was on older couple moving probably at the pace as snails and taking up the width of the trail. They may have been hearing impaired as well, seeing as they had no idea we wanted to politely push them out of our way…The whole hike, or more like jog, through the vineyards and over the hills was thrilling! As the trail neared the cliffside the view of the water was breathtaking. Looking out at the water it was so peaceful and across the hillsides with vineyards and over to the towns we caught a moment of serenity. Then we continued our speed hike, leaving our footprints in the dust…As a side note, for future reference, bananas are an awful choice of snack for hiking seeing as they don't seem to do well in the bottom of backpacks…

As we rounded a corner, we finally saw the town of Vernazza, our destination. After less than 50 minutes on the trail, Kristina and I made it to town, covered in sweat, dirt, and in search of a water fountain. We then met up with Cameron and Gina at the station, later followed by Janelle, Maggie, and Elsie. Still pumped on making the train in time, we were ready another challenge. Boarding the train. As we waited the few minutes for the train to come through the tunnel, the nerves in each of us built up slowly. Where should we stand on the platform to be by the doors? Who will we have to compete with to squeeze onto the train platform? Will I get left behind again? As we strategically positioned ourselves next to a tour guide (we figured he knew best where doors would be when the train stopped) we met a couple of American women traveling together from Germany; one lived there and her friend joined her on their trip to Italy. They too were ready to charge for the doors as the train stopped. Luckily our plan worked and getting on this time was no problem, for us at least. Once in La Spezia, we had to decide whether to take the earlier train to Pisa, then connect to Florence, or to take the later train straight to Florence. The risk with the second option was the strike that would start at exactly 9pm. We were unsure if the trains would continue their planned route, or just stop wherever they were and leave the passengers to fend for themselves for the rest of their journey. Not wanting to hang out in La Spezia, a few of us debated for a bit and bought tickets for Pisa, which was leaving in the next few minutes; when I got my ticket I realized I only had 2 minutes to board. Maggie got hers right after me. Half the group planned to catch the next train straight to Florence. After I grabbed my change I took off ran across the station,

down the stairs,

through the tunnel,

up to the platform,

looking for the right train.

I saw it.

I heard Janelle lean out a door a ways down yelling out my name.

I got on and started to make my way through the cars.

The lights were off and there wasn't anyone there. I thought, hmmm…everyone must be sitting close to the front. I opened another door, and it was the end of the car!

I was on the wrong train!

I bolted out and ran to the other set, Maggie coming up the stairs to join me as we got on literally just in time, the doors closing on our ankles. We sat down and took a breath. We made it.

But wait!

We didn't validate our tickets! I've heard the fines are pretty steep for not doing so. Then someone told us if we told them as soon as we boarded that we skipped that step, we wouldn't be fined. We set off through the cars in search of someone official looking to sign us off. We couldn't find anyone...They must have started their strike a few hours early… On the train we talked with an older American woman who is living in Lucca for almost 2 months. She gave us tips about the little town between Pisa and Firenze, sharing our excitement of going to new places.

A short while later we got to the Pisa station. By this time we were comfortable knowing how to navigate the stations quickly. We got our tickets to Firenze, remembering to validate them this time, ran to the right track and got on just in time. Our skills that we learned throughout the day definitely payed off in this quick train switch. What an adrenaline rush, and challenge. I kinda felt like I was in some competition of who could figure out which was the right train and get on quickest without being left behind in the crowd. Though I can see how it can be as stressful, I thought it was fun! Exhilarating!

Getting to Firenze was the ultimate reward! We arrived safely before the strike started, home once again. As we were walking through the station, though, there was an older man asking someone for help and clearly not receiving any. After navigating all the stations throughout the day, I asked him if I could help him, feeling confident in my train station knowledge. Graciously he accepted, wanting to buy a ticket before his train left in a few minutes. I showed him the ropes of buying and validating his ticket and dropped him off at his appropriate track. I felt like it was my duty to help him since it is so confusing for newbies. (Not that I wasn't in his place that morning).

After the adventure yesterday, today has been a lazy, blog-writing, relaxing day for sure. It is overcast today, cooling off…It started to rain earlier. I can hear it pattering on the rooftops...thunder in the background...Maybe it will rain through the night…