The sun was gracefully dancing with the peaks of Michelangelo’s marble so we steered the car where the two met and drove up. It was out of the way from our destination (Corniglia in the Cinque Terre) but holy moly! ha! Tiny, single lane, wildly curvy roads with no guard rails took us to the top. It was the neatest thing to see, giant vertical slabs of smooth marble glistening directly in our faces… it was so cool!
We left the partners behind us to start the the two hour drive to Corniglia. Once again, the roads were off-the-edge, hair-pin turns on single lanes. If we had driven off the edge we would have tumbled into the sea. We managed to arrive in one piece.
Once settled, we descended the 250 steps to the Ligurian sea thinking that we would have a quick swim. We decided against it when we saw the vicious, monstrous waves washing over the pier. One crazy man who was swooshing his hair and trying to impress the girls, was in the water. Seriously, he was nuts as he could have been dragged out to sea in an instant. A tourist woman in a drastically cut thong bikini decided she would join him. As she edged her way to the sea an old, grey, local man yelled at her from atop the cliff. He went down to the pier and dragged her from the edge yelling at her. At this point, Britt and I knew for sure we weren't going near the pier. Instead, the salt from the sea washed lightly over us from a safe distance.
We left the partners behind us to start the the two hour drive to Corniglia. Once again, the roads were off-the-edge, hair-pin turns on single lanes. If we had driven off the edge we would have tumbled into the sea. We managed to arrive in one piece.
Once settled, we descended the 250 steps to the Ligurian sea thinking that we would have a quick swim. We decided against it when we saw the vicious, monstrous waves washing over the pier. One crazy man who was swooshing his hair and trying to impress the girls, was in the water. Seriously, he was nuts as he could have been dragged out to sea in an instant. A tourist woman in a drastically cut thong bikini decided she would join him. As she edged her way to the sea an old, grey, local man yelled at her from atop the cliff. He went down to the pier and dragged her from the edge yelling at her. At this point, Britt and I knew for sure we weren't going near the pier. Instead, the salt from the sea washed lightly over us from a safe distance.
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