The mythical “five lands” were simultaneously different from one another, generally packed with tourists, stunningly beautiful at times, struggling to hold onto their identities, and worth the time to explore.
We managed to visit them all, except Corniglia. Vernazza was probably my favorite. No real reason; just the best vibe for me.
For our time in the Cinque Terre, we elected to use a tiny town in the hills above Levant, Lavaggiorosso, as a base.
This place featured little in the way of cell coverage, but it made up for it in charm and authenticity, with nothing but walking paths through the village and beautiful scenery on either side of the ridge we were perched.
Kath and I stopped overnight in Turino, just to take a look around. We encountered giant, magical creatures in the central square, plus a soaring tower just outside of downtown. It was the perfect break before the tourist crush of the Cinque Terre.
On our way to go see Christo’s Floating Piers artwork, we stopped by the Antiquarium del Parco Nazionale Incisioni Rupestri, the national park containing rock etchings, some of them thousands of years old. Most were hard to make out, but the size of the scenes were impressive.
We cruised around Lake Como, hopping from Varenna to Bellagio, then Bellagio to Menaggio, then back to Varenna. The weather couldn’t have been better, with bright warm skies and a gentle breeze from the north across the bluest of water.
We stayed in Perledo, up the hill from the better known town of Varenna, which is right on the lake. From our veranda, we could see the busy port, Perledo itself was a step back in time, with its tidy church and common washing house.