Hearing people speak Italian vs. French was refreshing! And the size of the town was shocking.
Vernazza is a tiny, I mean TINY town (less than 900 people live here). Most travel books call it "quaint", what they really mean is "small as hell".
The town consists of a train station, a small strip of land that begins with stores and markets and 2 feet later ends in a beautiful piazza (Plaza) surrounded my colorful homes, boats, and restaurants (4-5)
We arrived mid day and did not have a place to stay. Luckily we had been talking to a lady that books vacation rentals in this town and we were able to meet with her to find ourselves a spot.
10 minutes, and 50 feet later we were in our new home for the next couple days!
There isn't much to do in this little town, but somehow that was completely ok with us.
We woke up in the morning, grabbed a pastry and a coffee (its almost impossible to try and be healthy while traveling in Italy) and we would head to the furthest point of the town which was the jetty! The sun would warm up the concrete and the view could not be more beautiful.
It was fun watching the fisherman (yes, there is only one) come in with his catch every morning around 9:30. Curious tourists with zoom lenses tried to sneak a peak of his catch, but he always covered his bucket up before anyone saw anything . The fish (octopus, calamari, sardines, etc.) is sold to the few restaurants in town and then offered to the townfolk in the daily street market.
Every afternoon we snacked on a "cone" of fried calamari. The dark purple tentacles told you how fresh they were. Light breading, sea salt and fresh lemon (this region is famous for their lemons/limoncello, by the way) make for a really special street food experience. If they only made a bigger cone....
Florence is next!
It was fun watching the fisherman (yes, there is only one) come in with his catch every morning around 9:30. Curious tourists with zoom lenses tried to sneak a peak of his catch, but he always covered his bucket up before anyone saw anything . The fish (octopus, calamari, sardines, etc.) is sold to the few restaurants in town and then offered to the townfolk in the daily street market.
Every afternoon we snacked on a "cone" of fried calamari. The dark purple tentacles told you how fresh they were. Light breading, sea salt and fresh lemon (this region is famous for their lemons/limoncello, by the way) make for a really special street food experience. If they only made a bigger cone....
Florence is next!
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