Au Revoir, Bon Joruno

Ah Italy, where the pasta gets better, the bread gets heartier, the language gets more passionate and hands are required when speaking. The other day I saw someone on a Vespa on his cell phone. One hand on the phone, another waving wildly in the air and no hands on the motorscooter. You gotta love the Italians. We head to La Spezia where we meet Mike Crowell. He and Nanette spent a couple of days in Rome before joining us. Nanette had to fly home to take care of a little emergency with her dog, but joined us later in the week. We once again did one of the most beautiful walks anywhere in the world along the Chinqua Terra coastline. It is like a walk for the gods. You feel like you are halfway suspended between heaven and earth. The crashing sea below punctuated by five postcard villages that were once small fishing ports. Now they are fishing for tourist dollars. It has been while since we have run into Americans, but this is definitely on the American Itineary. Despite the mob of tourists, it is hard to resist the charm of this part of the Italian coastline.