It’s Mother’s Day. It’s also rainy, so Deb did a little laundry. No dryer, but a well used European clothes drying rack and a jar of clothes pins. We’ve set it up in the kitchen because it’s pouring outside, the sun is scheduled to come out at noon, maybe.
Even if it stops raining, the trails will be muddy, so hiking is out for the day. Instead, we head for Monterosso, the most northern of the five towns. It is divided into the new town and the old town with a long tunnel (or a steep hill, you choose) between them. As we get off the train, the rain starts again. When faced with a town teaming with restaurants, we often get decision paralysis…rain is a great cure for that. At the first restaurant, Deb takes a look at the menu…octopus, mussels, anchovies…she’s all in (really?). We get a lovely table, with a gracious waiter, who helps us with our feeble Italian. Good food is molto buono not molto bene. Deb settles for the beetroot gnocchi, the only item on the menu without seafood, and I have the anchovy pasta. By the time we are done, the sun is finally out. We walk around the new and the old part of town before settling for our afternoon aperitif.
After talking to our kids, a Mother’s Day treat, we head for a quaint restaurant across the alley from our apartment. Deb saw the place last night and wanted to make reservations, menu unseen. As it turns out, the menu had three selections of raw fish and a cheese pizza. After some discussion with the waitress, Deb was able to get her tuna “slightly more cooked.” Well, the view from the table was fabulous, anyway.
Tomorrow, hopefully, the trails will be dry and we can hike to Corniglia for lunch.
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