With two days left in Cinque Terre, I still need to visit Corniglia. I first stop at a favorite pizza place of ours, Pizzeria la Smorfia.

I am finding that I return to eateries we have loved in the past, choosing not to venture to something new…but hey, with food, I wanna be HAPPY! And with this sausage, gorgonzola and soft cheese pizza, sono molto felice!
On my walk to the station, I cannot resist another little church.

Look at the little ship up there. From what I read, it is to remember the lost souls of shipwrecks.

I love the images of these crosses and banners being carried in processions throughout the city from decades past.
As I continue my walk, I am reminded how extraordinary the ordinary looks here.

For this, I have no words…
On to Corniglia, andiamo!

Carniglia is a quiet town. The only one of the five not on the water. When you arrive at the station, you are greeted with local art that tells the lifeblood of the town.

You are also greeted with a zigzagging footpath of about 380 steps that leads you to the top of the town. A shuttle bus is offered, but…I just had that pizza. (Anyway, I beat the bus up!)

Looking back down at the station about 3/4 of the way up.

In the distance you can see Vernazza.
This t-shirt gives you an orientation of the towns.

I grab a bottle of water once I have made it up and just roam.

Chiesa Santa Maria Belvedere in the middle.

I light a candle in memory of lost friends.

Look Blaine, even yard work in paradise.
I cannot get enough of the crystal clear, blues and greens of this water!

I love walking down these narrow streets, under the archways, never sure where they will lead.

How do you like this sink!?

che bello!

This photo is not that great because I was trying to be sneaky…Look at the personalities…Do you think the others ever get a turn?

As the sun considers setting, I begin to find my way back.

A cute little poster depicting Carniglia.

Yep, this is the way.

I return to Monterosso, clean up and head out for dinner. I am thinking Al Pozzo and some more Frito Misto. Can you believe, I did not take a photo of the meal…before I began?! I know!!
I was sidetracked by yet another Australian couple that had been traveling for about the same period. They, like all the Aussies I have met, are so very nice and chatty….
No wine tonight, no dessert.
I return home to contemplate my last day….