So much to SEA in AlmaFI

We arrived to Naples around 9:30 that evening. After being on a train for five hours, we were more than happy to get up and walk around a bit. It was late so almost everything was closed, we walked up to the online ticket service and realized there were no trains or buses to where we needed to get to until early the next morning. We were both hungry and had to use the bathroom so we went to the only cafe open while we were trying to figure out what to do, bought food and took turns watching luggage so the other could use the bathroom. We finished eating and starting walking around trying to figure out what we were going to do, while we were downstairs a random man came up to us and said he was a taxi service and could drive us. We followed him but I had a sketch feeling about him. We walked up to a random van, no taxi sign on it and he introduced his father to us, telling us we would be okay to go with them and they’d only charge 50€. Absolutely not. I grabbed Tamara and we kept walking towards the real taxi stand. To be honest, I’m not even sure how we missed it. That’s where we met Luigi, the greatest taxi cab driver in all of Napoli, Almalfi and Southern Italy. I was exhausted but Luigi took us into one of the best pizzerias in the area, we watched them make it in a real stove, the owner took us upstairs so we could get a view of the city and mountains while we waited. We had just eaten so we told them we’d save it for when we got to our Airbnb in Agerola. Luigi loves old school rap music, especially the west coast rap. He told us he wanted to go to Compton and we told him he didn’t. I got such a good vibe from him, he gave me his business card and I took his number. We got to the Airbnb and I was so tired I just went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up around 10am. Tamara was still sleeping, but I realized I hadn’t actually eaten any of the pizza from the night before. I went to the kitchen, looked for a microwave but all we had was an oven. I looked for something to actually put the pizza on in the oven and couldn’t find anything so I just said fuck it, I ate it cold and it was delicious. While I waited for Tamara to wake up, I texted Luigi and he started making his way to Agerola to hang out with us. I woke Tamara up around 11, we got ready and we tried to rent a scooter but quickly realized we couldn’t drive it. Luigi arrived on his motorcycle and we explained to him why we couldn’t get the scooter. He helped us figure out the bus schedule so he could meet us in Almafi. There was a guy who offered to take us to the next town, he said more buses come through that way so we agreed. He drove us and Luigi followed behind on his motorcycle. When we got there, we realized we were even farther from Almafi and the same bus comes through that town. We had about an hour and some change to spare but luckily, the square had wifi. I did some work for Crops & Cleans, while Tamara and Luigi talked. We also got some gelato from one of the gelato places in the town. When the bus finally arrived around 2:45 that afternoon, we hopped on and Luigi met us at the place where all the buses pick up and drop off in Almafi. He showed us the beach, it was kind of small to be honest. There wasn’t a ton of room to lay out so we found a small spot near the front of the beach. I got in first for a few minutes, then went to where our stuff was to tan while Tamara went to the water talked with a few people around us. Luigi arrived and changed into his swim suit then went into the water with Tamara. I saw a girl trying to take photos who didn’t know what to do, I started shouting cues at her. “Pretend to laugh” and “turn to the side,” little things like that. When Tamara and Luigi got out of the water, I went back in to swim a little bit and then tried taking photos. Luigi has a gopro so we took photos with that before he left to go to work. We met three college kids from California who were going to eat so we asked if they’d like to eat with us. We found a restaurant inside the town of Almafi near the square, the kids were nice but not my cup of tea. After parting ways with that crew, Tamara and I decided to go boutiqing in the town. That’s when our friend Marco texted Tamara and said they were on the way to Almafi. I told her they should just cancel their Airbnb, stay with us and go on the tour through the coast with Luigi the following day. They agreed and got a bus to Agerola. Getting our bus ticket back was a mission. People kept telling us to get our tickets on the left hand side but didn’t say where. Finally, a guy showed us after walking into a random museum that was closing. Bus tickets are bought at the tobacco stores, similar to a convenience store in the USA. After getting our bus tickets, we sat at a restaurant in front of the pick up and drop off area and ordered two glasses of wine. The bus ride up the mountain was aggressive. There are so many sharp turns and the bus was going relatively fast for literally driving on the edge of the mountain. We had to change buses and were a little confused so two younger boys going to Agerola with us showed us the way. Once we got back to the square in Agerola, we took the boys numbers and agreed to meet with them once Marco and Mariel arrived.

They arrived shortly after we got back to the apartment, I was in the shower when they got there but greeted them when I walked out. I finally had shampoo and conditioner so I was stoked to finally wash my hair thoroughly. The four of us sat around and talked for a couple of minutes before leaving to meet the two boys we’d met on the bus. They told us there’s no where to really “party” in Agerola on Friday nights, they do that on Saturdays. So they walked into a local bar/coffee shop and bought two bottles of wine and some beer, along with plastic cups.

We walked to a nearby playground where we sat around with a group of locals. The language barrier was a little hard but we had a good time. One of the Italian boys was trying to teach me to say adamant, i pronounce it differently. Marco and I, both graduates of Florida State, started teaching them to do the chop. Randomly we started having exercise competitions and one guy had a tattoo of Rhianna on his thigh which was uh-maze-ing. After sitting around at the playground for a couple of hours, we walked down to a local pub and ordered food and beer. I got the “Florida” burger because I’m from Florida, it was basically a burger with French fries but was so good. We called it quits around 1:30 that morning because the bars were closing and we had an early day the following day. The four of us walked home, got ready for bed, Marco may or may not have watched the Karaoke Boys on YouTube, and we knocked out.

Luigi arrived at 9:15 and had an entire day planned for us. We started a little late because we were trying to get everything together but after Tamara dropped the key off, we were on our way. On the way from Agerola to Positano, there’s a spot on the mountain that has one of the most breathtaking views of the coast. That was our first stop, we stopped there and took some photos before heading to Positano. We were all a little hungry so we stopped at two places for food but we had bad luck at both. Eventually, we just decided to wait till lunch to eat a meal and got some snacks to hold us over.

In the town of Furore, there’s a hidden gem called Fiordo Di Furore and it’s been on my bucket list since I saw a photo on Instagram. That was our second stop. The only way to get to this gem is by parking your car on the street and walking down the steps or by boat. It was a good walk down stairs to get to the bottom but the view was beautiful. In front of you, you see the arch way of the bridge leading to Furore and the turquoise sea. Behind you is sand, rocks, and sea boats. There was a group of people playing cards in the sand and a couple inside the sea swimming. I quickly walked up to the water, it felt amazing. Not too hot nor too cold. If we had more time in Almafi, I would have loved to stay longer and relax for a few hours there.

Next on our day trip was Positano. Luigi parked the car in the taxi parking, perks to having a taxi cab, and we walked down the mountain. We agreed to meet Luigi back at the car in an hour and a half. Positano was beautiful, there were a ton of shops we kept walking in and out of. We got down to the beach area and it was way bigger than Almafi, a lot more space for sure. We took photos of the colorful houses that sat alongside the mountain and the turquoise sea. Personally, if I were to go back I’d stay in Positano because it seemed more lively there and more to do. We walked to a little yogurt shop to get water, nearby was a handmade jewelry stand. I bought my brother, my boyfriend and I all bracelets made with (or so they say) the lava from the volcano. Tamara and Mariel went off to shop some more while Marco and I waited in the yogurt shop. It was hot outside and that yogurt shop had air conditioning. We talked about our entrepreneurship goals, my clothing company and his cell phone application he’s creating. Once the girls made our way back to us, we kept the conversation going about business. It was refreshing to talk to someone in the same position as me business wise.

We met up with Luigi, he was wearing my black hat to be funny so I took a few pictures of him. We piled into the taxi and headed to a restaurant on the side of the mountain.

The restaurant was called Ristorante Da Costantino Positano. We paid about 26€ each for unlimited drinks and a four course meal to split. It included appetizers, four types of pasta, dessert and a shot of limoncello at the end, not to mention the impeccable view. After lunch, we got into the car and stopped at one more good photo spot before heading to Sorrento.

All four of us knocked out on the way to Sorrento. The huge meal we had combined with being in the sun all day left us having the itis. The itis is when you get tired after a big meal essentially. Anyways, we had about an hour and fifteen minutes in Sorrento.

Our first stop was gelato, it was a revolving gelato wheel and I couldn’t say no. We then walked towards the beach where we saw signs of “the best photo spot in Sorrento” so we walked towards that. It was at the top of a church and it was actually a photo gallery. It was 2.5€, I quickly paid but the rest were a little unsure if they should. I told them I hadn’t walked up those stairs for no reason so I paid and walked to the back where there was a swing. I started swinging on the swing, it was attached to a tree, and called the others in. We hung out there for about fifteen minutes taking turns on the swing and taking photos, then walked down to the beach area. I walked down and put my feet in the water but quickly walked back. I didn’t see any showers and the sand was kind of gross so I didn’t want to get my feet too sandy. The walk back up was a freaking journey. Imagine walking up a hill with uneven pavement, that’s essentially what we did. I was definitely out of breathe at the top of the hill for sure. After catching our breathe, we walked back to where Luigi was.

He took us to another spot across the street, an abandoned old mill deeply covered in vegetation. The mill was used to produce flour but was abandoned in 1866, now it’s just a tourist attraction. After taking some more photos, we piled back into the car and headed to Pompeii.

Pompeii was once a thriving Roman city before being destroyed by Mount Vesuvius in 79AD. I’m not a history guru but I’d been looking forward to this for awhile. We arrived after 1800 (6PM) only to find out they were closed and no longer selling tickets. We walked into a gate and noticed we could climb in but the stones weren’t very steady. I was pretty bummed we wouldn’t be able to see the actual city until I looked and saw a sign that said “Do Not Enter.” There was a space though, big enough for a human…. I walked in, Marco followed, the girls stayed behind. We walked in through the exit to find a museum, it was nice but I wasn’t satisfied. I saw an entrance but a man was staring at me funny, I looked at Marco and we walked outside. We saw more of the Pompeii ruins from whatever observation deck we were on. I started to come to terms with the fact I’d probably not get to see the actual city when we saw another gate. “Do Not Enter.” Welp, we’d gotten this far. We walked in and kept walking, I looked at Marco and said, “I think we made it!” WE HAD MADE IT IN.

We walked in and out of the old buildings, making our way to what would have been the city centre when we saw Tamara and Mariel walking in from another place that was not the entrance. We walked up and scared them. All four of us had managed to sneak into the city of Pompeii, I’m talking FREE NINETY NINE BABY! I’d classify this as one of my prouder moments. After walking around the city for about twenty minutes, we decided to head back. Tamara and Mariel walked out the way they came while Marco and I left through the exit. When we finally met up with the group, we told Luigi about our adventures as we got back into the car. He started playing some of his rap music and singing along to it as he drove.

All four of us stayed in Naples together that night. Tamara and I had a flight to Paris the next morning from Naples. Naples kind of reminded me of a cleaner New York City, with a castle and by the sea. We were all hungry so Luigi told us about this Bufala festival, a festival with different Italian food, desserts, and live music. We walked pretty far to get there from where we were staying but it was so cool once we got there. Marco and I got the “family style” tickets where all of us could pick out one entree and so on to split between the group. We ordered parmigiana di melanzone, buffalo burgers, and pizza topped with cheese and fish. We set our tickets down and accidentally lost the rest and it started to rain so we called it a night and started to walk back. The walk back there were a ton of kids just hanging out. It reminded me of when all of us kids used to hang out at City Walk for fun when we were younger. We got more gelato (still not extremely fat) and then met up with Luigi who took us back to our flat. We said our final goodbye to Luigi and took one last selfie before heading upstairs, he really is the greatest cab driver of all time.

There was no wifi in our flat and I was pretty tired so I knocked out as soon as I got there. I have a talent of being able to fall asleep anywhere at anytime. While I slept, Tamara sorted our Paris Airbnb and did her homework.

We woke up the next morning to meet Luigi’s taxi driver friend downstairs. He took Marco and Mariel to the train station before taking us to the airport. We checked in and got some food before going through security. We flew Euro Wings, I’ll be giving a full review of them in my Paris blog. As we waited at the gate, I’m not too sure either of us wanted to leave Italy. We’d had such a great time in Cinque Terre, Venice, and the Almafi Coast. All of our new friends were made in Italy, the Italians are really friendly and the country is beautiful. We’re grateful we had the opportunity to see three of the most beautiful parts of Italy and I can’t wait to tell you about our time in Paris. Until my next post, inshalla.


a TERRE-bly good time

Our first stop in Italy was a city named Cinque Terre. Located on the coast of the Italian Rivera, west of the small city of La Spezia, and compromised of five villages. We arrived at the train station in La Spezia and it was raining, I was exhausted and ready to eat some food and take a nap. We hopped in a taxi and headed to the small village at the top of the mountain where our hostel was located, only to find out no one was there. We walked up and down the tiny street a couple of times confused, tired, and hungry. I looked around and we were literally in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nature. The neighbors of our hostel called to us and asked if we needed help in Italian, well at least I think they did because I don’t understand Italian but they seemed helpful. One of the neighbors was so sweet and walked with us to another hotel down the street. We asked the woman running the other hotel for help, she neglected at first because we weren’t staying with her but after a couple of minutes of us standing in the rain she called the guys who were working at our hostel. She told us they’d arrive after thirty minutes so we sat on the stairs of her hotel waiting for them. I looked miserable and felt way out of my comfort zone. I’m a city person and being surrounded by so much nature and not even a convenience store or local restaurant was a little aggressive for me. Finally, two guys who worked for the hostel arrived. One guy named Rafael grabbed my suitcase and started talking to Tamara and I, giving us a tour of the hostel and telling us we were supposed to go to Monterosso to be picked up instead of grabbing a taxi to the hostel. The e-mail they sent us with that information went to Tamara’s spam box so we never ended up getting it. We were staying in a private room, meaning it was just the two of us in the room but we shared a bathroom with other people. We lucked out and our room was close enough to the router so we could still get the wifi. We were really hungry so they heated up some pesto lasagna from the night before to hold us over until dinner later. We ended up falling asleep until just before dinner since we were both kind of exhausted from all the traveling we’d done that day. At dinner, we were introduced to the rest of the people staying in the hostel. The cool thing about 5 Terre Backpackers is it doesn’t feel like a hostel, it was a group of people all around our age from all over the world. It’s 10 euros to eat each night, and the men running our hostel spend all day cooking a delicious meal and dessert for us every day. That particular night we had some pasta and it was our friend Lindsey’s birthday so they baked a chocolate cake that tasted like chocolate cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. We had a champagne toast for Lindsey and then I went back to the room because I was tired.

We woke up the next morning and it was still kind of cold and gloomy outside. I grabbed some coffee and packed my backpack with a bathing suit, beach towel, my Birkenstocks, and my sweatshirt. Our plan for that day was to hike through the five towns so I wore a long sleeve shirt, spandex shorts, stance socks, and my No Bull tennis shoes. The night before we had to sign up to take the van at either 8:30 or 9:30 that morning down to the train station in La Spezia but there were no 9:30 slots. We decided to take the public bus with our new Australian friend Mel who arrived the same day as us. The bus ride took about forty-five minutes because of all the stops but when we finally arrived at the train station we ran into a group of people staying in the same hostel as us. They were saying bye to their Australian friend Brody. We figured out the hiking trails were closed so we bought a train ticket to travel by train through the towns. We quickly became really cool with the other group of people from our hostel. Their names were Domenic, Charlie, Tim, Lindsey, and Sam, all from Northern California and Oregon. We all got off the train in the second town of Cinque Terre, Manarola. Mel went off with her friends from home but Tamara and I stayed with that crew. It was like God opened up the gates to heaven because we arrived and the sun was beaming, there was no sign of rain at all like in La Spezia. We walked into a mini market and bought two big bottles of wine, twist off of course because none of us had a wine bottle opener. We walked down to the water and I felt in my element again. I was telling the group how I felt out of place the night before because I’m not a big nature guru, but I love me some sea, wine, and sunshine. There were no bathrooms around so we changed into our bathing suits right there. Chill out y’all, we held up towels for each other, we didn’t just strip down to our birthday suits in front of the public. Tim, Charlie and I walked down to the water and jumped into the sea. There was a huge cliff with a rope on it, we had to plant our feet on the rock and use our strength to pull us up. We climbed the rock and then jumped off into the sea. It was a workout to swim across to the side our stuff was on since the water was so rough. I got out and sat on the ledge with Lindsey, Sam and Tamara and the four of us talked. Lindsey and Sam live in Oregon and attended the University of Oregon. We passed the bottles of wine around while chatting up about what we do, where we’re from, etc. We watched Tim and Domenic climb the rocks on the other side, then jump into the sea and swim a couple hundred meters to where we were. Domenic is Lindsey’s brother; the three guys live in Northern California and are in a band. After jumping into the sea a couple of times, swimming, hanging out, and drinking wine for a couple of hours we all decided we were hungry. First, the girls had to walk up the hill to use the bathroom. One thing I noticed in Cinque Terre is there weren’t many “free” public restrooms. At the top of the hill, we found a tiny playground. Lindsey and I hopped on the see saw and played on it like ten year old children for about ten minutes. When we met up with the guys, they were at one of the local stores. We walked in and looked around, I looked at the bracelets because I wanted to get a few people souvenirs back home but nothing appealed to me. I bought a t-shirt instead because it was hot and I didn’t want to wear my long sleeve shirt I’d originally brought. We decided after that we’d split up, we went with Lindsey and Sam and the boys went off to look for waves because they’re surfers. We took the train to a town called Vernazza. As we were walking to the beach, we found a hidden gem. There was a cave with signs that said no trespassing, maybe it was the wine but it seemed like a good idea to explore since we saw an older man walk through the cave right before us. We hopped over the rope and walked through the cave to find a private beach. We stayed for about fifteen minutes, taking pictures, drinking more wine (what a surprise), and hanging out. After we left the cave, we walked down to where the beach was and immediately I took my shirt off, dropped my stuff and jumped in. The water felt amazing but there were a lot of rocks and the water was kind of low so I swam to the ladder on the other side and got out. We tried to eat at one restaurant but they were closing soon and didn’t have any fish or calamari so we left. On our way back to the train station, I spotted a sign that said wine tasting so I suggested we do that. We walked up the steps and sat at a table inside, they gave us three wines along with some bread and olives to pair with the wines. We were there for about forty-five minutes hanging out, before we left we bought two more bottles of wine (surprise), some cheese, bread and pesto then headed to the last town we’d visit that day named Monterosso. This was the most eccentric of the towns we visited. We got off the train and changed into our bathing suits, then walked on the beach looking for a place to hang out. We found a spot to the right against some kayaks, laid our towels down, whipped open the bread, cheese, pesto, and of course, the wine. I hopped in the sea with Sam, we swam out a little bit and then back in to eat some of the bread we’d just acquired. We sat there, laughed, took some pictures, absolutely demolished the bread and wine, and before you know it, it was almost 6pm. The guys from the hostel have two pick-up times at a small bar on the beach in Monterosso, 6pm and 7:30pm. The girls were on the 6pm pick-up and we were on the 7:30pm pick-up so we walked to the bar where we met up with the guys. We walked upstairs and got gelato because who doesn’t get gelato in Italy?! I got the nutella flavor in a cone of course. We said bye to the group we’d become so close with and went back to the bar and waited for our 7:30pm pick-up. We grabbed some glasses of wine (seriously, is it even surprising at this point) and there was a little girl I kept playing with while we waited. On the way back, we stopped at a perfect place to watch the sunset before continuing our trip back up the mountain. We got back to the hostel, quickly showered, changed and walked downstairs wine drunk, super excited to be reunited with our awesome crew from that day. Dinner that night was a pork schnitzel, some veggies, more wine, and a lemon dessert. Tamara walked to the couch outside and fell asleep before dessert got there, I walked upstairs and grabbed my laptop and brought another bottle of wine to the party. Dom read my blog post from Nice out loud to the group, he has a journal himself so we talked about writing for a little bit. Dom and Charlie are in a band, so they brought out their guitar and uke. Most people don’t know this, but I was in chorus from pre-K through my freshman year of high school. I absolutely love singing but I have stage fright and will only sing in front of people I feel comfortable with. Naturally, after so many bottles of wine you start to feel comfortable with people so I sang the song “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley while Dom played his guitar. We endured so many laughs that night, my favorite was when Charlie saw the background of my phone, which happens to be my brother and I, and shouted “THAT’S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” Almost with a sound of disgust because my brother looked so young, I’d been telling them about my boyfriend all day so when he saw the picture of Richard and I he thought I was really rocking that cradle. Another good laugh was meeting our new friend Marco, he’s a Filipino who lives in Jacksonville and went to Florida State University as well. Marco showed us some YouTube videos from when he was in a duet called Karaoke Boys, two Filipino dudes who sing covers to songs. Please go watch the “Crank That Soulja Boy” and “Party in the USA” covers yall, you will not regret it at all. Around 1:30 that morning we decided to head to bed, Marco stayed downstairs but the rest of us said goodnight.

I woke up the next morning and I could feel all the wine I’d drank the day before. Man, was I hung-over. Even worse, at twenty-five my hangovers don’t just last a few hours anymore but they last days. Yes, days. I walked downstairs to say bye to Lindsey and Sam who had an early train out to Venice, then sat on the back porch with Domenic. We conversed a little bit and picked some figs off of the fig tree in the back yard, it started raining so we moved under the glass where the couches and stuff were. After feeling well enough to drink some coffee and water, I went upstairs and got ready for the day. We were on the 9:30 drop off to La Spezia with the guys. They were headed to Florence that day but weren’t leaving until noon so we went to breakfast near the train station with them. It was then, we decided to change our travel plans from Rome to Venice and meet up with that group there. At breakfast, we paid 7 euros for a cup of coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice, eggs, croissants, yogurt and toast. It was a good little deal, especially for Europe. We booked our hostel together for our one night in Venice; the cool thing about Europe is flexibility. People often ask me why I don’t plan trips, I book a flight but I like to go with the flow of things because you never know whom you’ll meet on vacation. After breakfast, we walked to the train station together and said our good byes. The boys went off to Florence and Tamara and I hopped on the train to the towns in Cinque Terre. We wanted to do something different so we got off at the first town, Riomaggiore. Tamara really wanted some calamari so we walked around looking for restaurants with calamari but couldn’t find any. The first town was kind of bland, the trail to Manarola was closed and there wasn’t much to do so we hopped on the train and just headed to Monterosso. I was still hung-over and didn’t feel like fighting people to get on and off the trains so I figured we could find a spot with Calamari in the last town and I wouldn’t have to move so much. I’m not so fun to be around when I’m hung-over, sorry bout it. On our way to Monterosso, our train stopped for about thirty minutes. Apparently, there was something wrong with the train before us so it delayed the rest of us. The longer we sat there, the hangrier I got and was ready to get off. When we finally got to Monterosso, we walked in and out of restaurants looking for calamari. We found a restaurant named Bar Gio’ and grabbed a table. We sat outside and ordered two glasses of Moscato, water, calamari, bruschetta with pesto, spaghetti with meat sauce, and pesto lasagna. The weather that day was the complete opposite from the previous day, it was colder, windier, and the water was more aggressive. We ended up getting the lasagna and spaghetti to-go since we were full from the appetizers and walked around. We walked down the street into this pathway that ended on the rocks on the side of the mountain, we sat there for a few minutes before deciding to walk back to the beach. We still had about three hours to spare so we walked in and out of souvenir shops but nothing caught our eye. We ended up sitting in the same bar we get picked up at for about two hours. I ordered a latte thinking it would help with my hangover and Tamara got two mimosas. I played on my phone and Tamara edited pictures on her camera. She took a lot of good photos from the previous day, including all of us jumping into the ocean and just amazing scenery pictures. We decided we were hungry but didn’t want to be rude and eat inside the bar we were at so we split up. I sat upstairs and ate my spaghetti and Tamara went to the place we were at by the Kayaks the day before to eat her lasagna. I devoured my spaghetti and then walked up and down the street, I had an hour and a half to kill so I bought some white chocolate gelato and walked into a few different shops. I met back up with Tamara and we ran into the guy picking us up so he let us sit in the car while we waited for all the newcomers. At this point, I was just ready to go to sleep. When we got back to the hostel, I knocked out immediately. I fell asleep around 7pm and woke up the next morning at 7am.

Our last morning, I woke up feeling much better than the night before, I took a shower, packed my bags then walked downstairs for breakfast. Marco’s sister, Mariel, was downstairs eating breakfast so I talked with her. She lives in Jacksonville too so we had a little bit in common, she used to work at my favorite restaurant, Salt Life on Jacksonville Beach. After breakfast, we got our things together and made our way to the car because we were on the 8:30am drop off. Rafael was our driver that day, Tamara sat up front and talked with him and I sat behind him in the same row as Mariel. Marco and I started talking about Florida State football and our fantasy leagues, I’m in two leagues this season and won last week by chance because I forgot to set my line-up since I was traveling. When we arrived at the train station, we said bye to everyone but had about an hour to kill. Mariel and Marco had an hour too so the four of us walked to the breakfast place from the day before and ate breakfast. Marco is doing something similar to myself in leaving his job to pursue entrepreneurship. I’ve decided when my contract ends, I’m going to come home and pursue the business I started a year ago. I started a fitness apparel line back in September of 2016 but living across the world and being the only investor have limited my success over the last year. I believe I can do very well if I came home and put 100% of my efforts into Crops & Cleans. Anyways, after saying bye to our new friends we walked to our train. Currently, we’re on our train on the way to Milano, where we’ll change trains and head to Venice to meet up with our other friends from the first few nights in Italy. I’ve never been a “hostel” type of person but 5 Terre Backpackers is an awesome hostel if any of you ever head to Cinque Terre, the hospitality and the way everything is ran is absolutely amazing. Just don’t be like us and skip out on spam e-mail the first day because then you’ll end up walking up and down an empty street in the middle of the day like we did. This world is so big and full of so many amazing people, every trip I go on I meet more and more new people that I still keep in touch with. For those who haven’t traveled anywhere, I encourage you to travel somewhere new even if it’s just another city. Hope you guys enjoyed our adventure in Cinque Terre and don’t forget to subscribe. Until my next post, inshalla.