It took 21 hours of planes, buses, and trains, but we are finally here at our airbnb in Volastra. I'm pleased that Marilyn and I were good travelers and kept both our wits and good humor through navigating unfamiliar transportation systems in foreign languages while being jet-lagged and sleep-deprived. Marilyn had some homeopathic jet-lag pills that seemed to help.
All we saw of Paris was an outer runway, a bus to the terminal, and the Hop! plane we took to Genova.
Our apartamente is on a hill in Volastra, a tiny town above the Cinque Terre village of Manarola. There are two restaurants and a small grocery store. The center of the town of course is the Catholic church, which rings the bells to count the hours.
All we saw of Paris was an outer runway, a bus to the terminal, and the Hop! plane we took to Genova.
Our apartamente is on a hill in Volastra, a tiny town above the Cinque Terre village of Manarola. There are two restaurants and a small grocery store. The center of the town of course is the Catholic church, which rings the bells to count the hours.
We had the best meal so far the very first night at this little restaurant in Volastra. Marilyn had squid, I had pesto.
Our apartamente
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