21 September, 2016
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We got ready, packed and went down for breakfast (not to kebab, but to bakery). We headed to the “villages with colorful houses” together with hundred billion tourists that day. We left our bikes and luggage at our host’s, and we entered the train in our bathing suits masked with normal clothes. We missed the sea.
From La Specia we caught train for the first village - Riomaggiore.
How tradition requires - we drank Coke.
Our idea was to walk to the next village because it was only one kilometer far. But that was on the map. In reality between these two villages was the hill which pick was connected with clouds. So, that didn’t happen because why to walk when we can smuggle ourselves by train. In the next village called Manarola, we swam and jumped from the cliff and we also had one photo session after which we had squids and French fries for dinner. Very nice <3 The third village brought us many steps, the tightest streets and gelato. We were at sottopassagio and we were thinking if to go to Vernazza and Monterosso al Mare or to go back. At that time already was 4 and we went towards Piza.
At the return it started to rain so we got a bit wet on the road from the train to kebab and from the kebab to the train for Florence. The trip lasted for two hours and we killed the time with giro to take.
In Florence we stayed at Mandy’s and Luigi’s, at wonderful apartment with look on our tied bikes. We said hello to the Bernardin and the cat and we went to take a evening walk. Until we got to the end of the street it was clear that this is “our city”. It is hard to explain the atmosphere both by pictures and by words. There must be certain moment for you to be at the certain place.