Twenty-two days of one trip. Day thirteen
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It seemed that today we will not go anywhere and we will not go anywhere. Twelve days behind, 3300 km by car, eighty kilometers on foot. In addition, yesterday took a lot of energy, and the car should be allowed to rest, wash it, vacuum. They did not move until 10 o'clock, then very slowly took a shower - water from the mountains, it is used for drinking without cleaning and cooking, breakfast.
Diameter of watermelon 22 cm, price 2 euros / kg, taste so-so ...
We went to the restaurant for an espresso, and on the left here it is:
We met Betty (she met us at check-in) and dragged her with them. As much as they could, they told about Cinque Terre - on their own.
It is only necessary to touch the Italian for life, for example, as we admire the beauty of Liguria, praise people, and she, he or they will come true from ear to toe and make you visit all corners of Italy.
“How come you haven't been to Lerici, San Terenzo, Portoveneri? "Well, to be honest, they weren't, all of them on Lidlam, Cinque Terram to everyone and Fozdinov. "
Looking at the meaning of the word " dovresti " repeated over and over, foolishly forgetting that today is a vacation and tomorrow is a move, I have published " lo prometto " - I promise. At 13 o'clock with a small, went to the room. I had to convince my wife and myself, they say, with only one eye, because there was the Gulf of Poets, there was Byron, we swim on the same beach in San Terenzo and everything, and nowhere else by foot.
San Terenzo 17 km. Passing the bridge over the river Magra noted many swimsuits and sunbathers, small at this time, so the water is warm. Keep in mind, just in case.
Lerici drove around the neighborhood slowly, without stopping, we will go to Portovenere, but next time. In San Terenzo found a parking lot in advance, where they left the car (2 euros / hour). On the quiet, narrow streets that are already used to us ...
...went to the waterfront.
And on the pier to the end to increase the view.
Lerici with an ancient castle is satisfied with the panorama ...
...San Terenzo beach and promenade ...
...View from afar on Portovenere.
Wanted to get to this castle:
But it is closed, the whole mountain on which it stands, covered with a net - keeps from landslides.
Somewhere in one of these houses ...
...lived Lord Byron and often sailed in Portovenere. As a poet, I cannot appreciate him, but as a person he is worthy of respect, esteem and imitation. By the way, there is another strait that Byron crossed - the Dardanelles in Canakkale, where we were also.
They didn't swim in Canakkale, but they refreshed themselves a bit in San Terenzo.
At the same time, they later noted that we got real beaches only in Turkey, in Italy they are very close. Dried up, went back the other way.
Great town, but a lot of vacationers - August, all of Europe on vacation. Oddly enough, rested better than lying in the room. Once again, I recommend San Terenzo and Lerici to everyone. At the beginning of the eighth we were already driving back and, as always, past Castelnuovo Magra, just below the city walls. Instead of Betty's promised visit to Portovenere, it was "replaced" by this town - the center of the commune of the same name. Just got out of the car ...
a slightly overgrown face of the guy and a greeting “Good evening, Ukrainians! How are you doing? ». 37 years old, from Chernivtsi, 17 years in Italy, lives with his family, earns an average of 1.500 euros - a little, but not poor. I talked to him for half an hour, my wife took pictures.
Then he began to invite guests or at least drink coffee in a cafe.
I understood that there was a lack of communication, we needed at least some support (my wife died a month ago), we did not go, and for another forty minutes we talked, talked about everything that is happening in Ukraine, about young people rushing abroad without language, knowledge and profession. It is good if the enlightened return from there and start learning and doing their job meaningfully.
We didn't go around the city, it was already quite dark, we said goodbye, left the phone, he showed the house where he lives. Maybe I'll see you, it's all sad.
The castle is half-destroyed by time ...
...I have already written about him - Dante's Castle, which reconciled the neighboring villages.
Already in the dark we arrived in Vallecchia, drove the car closer - tomorrow to pull things to her, go on to Italy.
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