For the most part, Italians are usually very stylishly dressed. We see men in business suits riding their bicycles and women in nice skirts and hats with matching grocery bag carriers walking down our street. So how do you think the clerks in bars, cafes and stores know to speak to me in English-before I ever mutter my butchered buon giorno? I think it's the Echo sandals and capri jeans...
This embarrassing lack of style means I no longer qualify for Ellie Mae status-I'm now Granny.
After consulting our guidebook, Jethro and I decided to head for the beach. To get to the beach, we had to take the train to Pisa, then to La Spezia and finally to Monterosso. I love the spontaneity the train system here allows. We decided that we would explore Pisa and then spend the night in Monterosso.
In Pisa, we walked from the train station through the center of town to the Campo dei Miracoli (Field of Miracles)-stopping for gelato along the way. The tower really does lean and the Duomo was beautiful. From Pisa we went to La Spezia. La Spezia is a working town, slim on sights. Our train layover was during the afternoon siesta so we ended up with McDonalds for lunch. I've been craving American....
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