Day 9: Trip back to Milan
Today marks our funal full day together in Italy. The whirlwind of emotions is great due to how wonderful our trip has been, yet how fast it has gone while at the same time how it feels like we have been here over a month. We woke up this morning and explored two other Cinque Terre towns, Corniglia and Vernazza. Then, we finally made it to the beach for a little while. Soaking up the sun we ran into another celebrity from a popular MTV show.
At 3:20pm we caught a train from Monterosso to Genoa. We were both excited to stop in Genoa for dinner as Genoa is the home of pesto and boasts a big reputation for the quality of its pesto on just about every type of food you can think of. We exited the train station in Genoa and searched for about half an hour for a good place to eat. We finally settled on a place right on the water where we could see a panorama of the town as well as all of the boats in the port. The food was amazing! We both ordered tomato and pesto pasta and agreed it was the best we have ever had. So Genoa wins this round. Also, the wait staff at this restaurant was by far the nicest of all the restaurants we went to in Italy.
After a very satisfying last meal in Italy, we took the Genoa Metro back to the train station. I wanted to slip in here how impressed we were with their Metro. It was the cleanest train and station we've seen in Italy or elsewhere. We decided that this system must be relatively new.
We then took a train from Genoa back to Milan. Our train arrived a little late in Milan, but we thought we would be okay late at night because we had already been in Milan and we knew our way around a little bit. Wrong! We stepped out of the metro stop where our hotel was and we were given the directions to walk 20 meters out of the train station and we would see the sign to our hotel. When we got out of the train station we were in a square filled with graffitti and many dodgy characters walking around. To postpone our impending mugging we asked bus drivers, locals, etc. where our hotel's street was located. When all the them had no idea where it was located, we decided to ask a taxi driver. He was very nice and told us where to walk and warned us how expensive the cab ride would be, but at this point we just wanted to get there, so we ate the 7.50euros and made it to the hotel. When we stepped into the cab, we thought it was the Godfather himself, as our driver's Brandoesque physique and large scarface could only lead us to such a conclusion. Bed at last. What a way to end our trip, but of course a crazy whirlwind trip would end in a crazy whirlwind.
At 3:20pm we caught a train from Monterosso to Genoa. We were both excited to stop in Genoa for dinner as Genoa is the home of pesto and boasts a big reputation for the quality of its pesto on just about every type of food you can think of. We exited the train station in Genoa and searched for about half an hour for a good place to eat. We finally settled on a place right on the water where we could see a panorama of the town as well as all of the boats in the port. The food was amazing! We both ordered tomato and pesto pasta and agreed it was the best we have ever had. So Genoa wins this round. Also, the wait staff at this restaurant was by far the nicest of all the restaurants we went to in Italy.
After a very satisfying last meal in Italy, we took the Genoa Metro back to the train station. I wanted to slip in here how impressed we were with their Metro. It was the cleanest train and station we've seen in Italy or elsewhere. We decided that this system must be relatively new.
We then took a train from Genoa back to Milan. Our train arrived a little late in Milan, but we thought we would be okay late at night because we had already been in Milan and we knew our way around a little bit. Wrong! We stepped out of the metro stop where our hotel was and we were given the directions to walk 20 meters out of the train station and we would see the sign to our hotel. When we got out of the train station we were in a square filled with graffitti and many dodgy characters walking around. To postpone our impending mugging we asked bus drivers, locals, etc. where our hotel's street was located. When all the them had no idea where it was located, we decided to ask a taxi driver. He was very nice and told us where to walk and warned us how expensive the cab ride would be, but at this point we just wanted to get there, so we ate the 7.50euros and made it to the hotel. When we stepped into the cab, we thought it was the Godfather himself, as our driver's Brandoesque physique and large scarface could only lead us to such a conclusion. Bed at last. What a way to end our trip, but of course a crazy whirlwind trip would end in a crazy whirlwind.
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