We began our day with breakfast at the only place serving it.. “The Blue Marlin”, which also doubles as the only bar open past 8pm. Not bad, we had some bacon and eggs which have been sorely missed throughout our trip.

On the day prior, I had noticed someone in a Saints jacket, so of course I grabbed his attention and sure enough, he was from New Orleans. Kooky. Anyways, we had just chatted for a few minutes yesterday, but we ran into them again this morning at breakfast, so this time the chat lasted a few more minutes. Come to find out they are doing some of the same hike we are. We finish up breakfast and head on out to the trail.

The first hike and the longest from the city we were staying in, Vernazza, to the next, Cornelia was the best by far. About an hour and a half, with LOTS of stopping to take photos, look at the scenery, and just take everything in. We met our New Orleans friends about a 1/2 way in, and finished out the trek with them. What do you do after a nice uphill hike? Well drink some beer of course…so we found a little cafe and ordered a few colds beers. Our friends were a bit exhausted from hiking, so they set out for the bus to the next city, while Eli and I hoofed it. This hike was short and sweet, about 30 minutes and pretty much downhill. It had some nice stops by a rocky beach, and some old train tunnel.

Arriving in the next town, Manarola, we stumbled upon what would be our next mini-adventure. A few people yet saw the day before swimming around in the harbor and jumping off of rocks were here at this next town as well. Of course this town had a much larger rock and it looked alot more exciting, so we were up for it. Eli went first, then I couldn’t resist so I followed. I ended up with a big rush of adrenaline and a soaking wet pair of boxers. I decided that I didn’t want a wet pair of jeans as well, so I ended up free balling it for the rest of the journey.

We hiked to the next city, watched the sunset, and caught a train back to Monterosso, which was one city past ours because most trains don’t stop at our town. Low and behold we find our New Orleans friends again on the train. We had an hour to kill before the train back to Vernazza so, you know what happens next, yes, more drinks.

Back at Vernazza, I get some new boxers and we head to dinner. After dinner, guess who we find? Yup. More drinks, more drinks, and then finally more drinks up near their room. By the way, when we showed them our room and told them how much we got it for, they were pretty disappointed in theirs…hehehe… O well.

Tomorrow we leave for Switzerland, where its freezing cold…. brrrrr