Il treno per le Cinque Terre

Anna has taken the train of the eight from Genoa. In her pocket she has the ticket for the Five Lands, the trip that she dreamed of for years. Outside from the window, the sea Ligurian appeared between the tunnels.

The first village is been Riomaggiore. Anna she got off from the train and has walked slowly among the houses colored. The houses pink, yellow and orange looked like painted one on top of the other. An old lady was hanging the clothes at the window.

At noon, Anna has eaten at a trattoria with view of the harbor. She has ordered the trofie with pesto, the dish typical of Liguria. The waiter her has recommended also a glass of wine white of the vineyards here nearby. It was fresh and light.

In the afternoon, Anna has taken the path blue, the famous walk between the villages. While she walked, she saw the lemon groves on the hills and the boats small in the distance. When she arrived at Manarola, the sun was setting. She has stopped on a rock and has watched the sky become red. She had found the her trip perfect.