It was a fairly long walk from Vernazza to Monterosso al Mare up and down along the Italian coastline. When I arrived the first thing I did was sit down in a small cafe above this beach to enjoy parma ham and cantaloupe with a big bottle of water. It was while eating there that I discovered that wasps are attracted to ham. This would be confirmed a couple days later as I tucked into the same lunch in a different location.
I actually have no idea where this is exactly. I was completely lost when I stumbled upon this square. If I were to try to look it up I suppose I could start with the Hotel Codega.
I’ve been planning vacations for the year and right now I’m thinking I will spend a week hiking Hadrian’s Wall in August and then go on a seven day trek of the Paine Circuit in Patagonia.
I took the wrong way back from Burano with the plan to take a vaporetto down the Grand Canal. As I was waiting for it, I decided I wanted a faster option back and made my way over to the taxi stand nearby. It was a great ride back, stood in the back of a water taxi.
On my way to the taxi stand I saw this building across the canal.
There’s a little cave off the main (only) road that runs through Vernazza. If you walk through it, you end up on this rugged little beach. After a bit of research, I discovered that this beach didn’t exist until 2011 when the landslides the devastated the region created it. This beach was the only sign I could see that the landslides had occurred at all.
I was struggling to figure out where to go on vacation after a weekend in London when I saw a photo of this little island town called Burano, near Venice. I decided I had to go there to see it for myself. So, I booked a trip to Venice, once there I had to figure out how to get there. The journey is faaaaaar longer than Google had informed me. I’ll tell you more about it in another post.
When I stumbled my way upon this dock, I thought I’d discovered an awesome little secret spot to see the Rialto and watch the activity on the Grand Canal. I started taking some pictures when I saw a man approaching, holding a closed umbrella above his head. He was a tour-guide, and sure enough my quiet spot on a tiny dock on the Grand Canal was soon overrun by about 20 people. I decided to step back off the dock and wait until they all left, which only took a few minutes.
If you look in the background of this picture, you can see the Rialto bridge.