The spaghetteria did not disappoint. The locals crammed the place – always a good sign. The prices were incredibly good. We had drinks, antipasto, main course (more on that later) and dessert for E32. The young waiter was so sweet – tried so hard. Cecil ordered delicious thinnest thin crust ever pizza and I had gorgonzola pasta. Dining al fresco with Italian wafting through the air made the experience satisfying. We wanted to get back to our spumanti (wine of the day from Vernazza) from a gourmet shop in Rio Maggiore), so we ordered desserts to go. Once the waiter sorted it out we were on our way with a pine nut lemon tart (typically referred to as Nonna’s cake) and a peanut butter and choclate mattanella (think semi freddo Pennsylvania Coon foodie friend). We’re enjoying these in the elegant surroundings of our room for the night.
I simply have to mention one more thing related to July 29. My marathon woman daughter would be so proud of me. My calves are sore, my thighs are sore, my hips are sore. Why? Because in order to access my newly beloved Rio Maggiore, you must walk 1 kilometre straight down a mountain side! It is 1 km above sea level to the beach. My stiff muscles are a small price to pay for the experience – if I ever get on the stairmaster again, the only way I can do it will be to name it Rio Maggiore.