Irish Jaundice (April 11th)

Today was the day Jordan and I were supposed to show off our mad hiking skills in the green hills of Cinque Terre. But then Mother Nature decided to rear her ugly head (she looks surprisingly like that woman from Throw Mama From the Train) and show off her mad flooding skills.

So it just rained. And rained. And caused a landslide on one of the paths.

This putting a damper (no pun intended) on our hiking plans, Jordan and I had to resign our selves to showing off our mad train riding skills. And you better believe we did. Chew-Chew.

In our journey of visiting the five very quaint, very lushes, and very much nuzzlings the Mediterranean coast towns of Cinque Terre, you cannot help but think you stepped in Jewels Verne’s time machine…but soaked trousers bring you right back to the future.

Side Note: I am making this sound worse than it was, we are still in Italy, so it is still great!

Second Side Note: I fell down the stairs of the Hotel.

Jordan and I made the most of the weather as we found a very nice hill (on private property, but nobody seemed home :) to climb in Riomaggiore, the most easternly of the towns, and got a great view of the town and the Sea.

And we continued our consumption of gelato. Our goal of the day was to eat gelato in all five towns…we, and this is hard for me to say, failed. Letting the deliciousness hit our lips in only three of the five.

Of course, just as dusk was approaching Mother Nature stop spitting. At least she did that though, so we could spend our last night in Cinque Terre sitting by the Sea, meeting people and drinking wine.

Though the Sea was far too rough to have our feet in the cool water, Morgan and Jacqueline (from the night before) joined us on a very nice spot a few meters back from the crashing waves (that is right I just used meters as a unit of measure!). Then over the next couple hours five others joined us, all students studying abroad on their spring breaks.

And that is where the cement of the artificial shore became Jordan and I’s stage.

Jokes were landing as often has the waves…except for those few awkward moments…I will blame those moments on Jordan. And somewhere in the mist, the concept of Irish Jaundice enter the knowledge of humans…

Irish Jaundice: the disease that turns your skin Green.

I think the Hulk has it…more anger inducing tests are needed.

The nightcap was the only bar in Monterosso: An American Bar.

The Stars and Stripes have big arms. And I am happy to report so do the Italians.

If only Mother Nature was as considerate.

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Gelato count:

Jordan – 6
Scott - 6