It's been 2 months since our last trip (Napoli), so it was time for a weekend away. With 4 days to spare, we headed to the seaside. Just north of the Cinque Terre there's the Promotorio di Portofino, and on the edge of this rocky green scape, Camogli. Legend has it that this little fishing town got its name from the wives who were left behind to run the town, while their husbands were away at sea. Camogli "Casa di Moglie" or House of Wives". We showed up just in time for lunch on Friday, greeted the owner of the room we would rent and moved in for the weekend. It was in a refurbished cantina, with vaulted brick ceilings and naturally cool. It faced a quiet courtyard, and one staircase below you had a view of the sea and an unbelievable smell of the freshly oiled and baked focaccia, dripping in melted cheese "strachino". Focaccia is famous in this region of Liguria. And having two small children, we ended up eating it for breakfast, lunch, merenda, and dinner everyday. We enjoyed playing with rocks on the beach, swimming in the turquoise sea, watching the boats coming in and out of the busy port, biking the alleyways in the heat of the day, hiking to San Rocco, and down to Punta Chiappa (Point Buttcheeks!), and then taking the lovely boat ride back. It was refreshing to leave the confines of Torino, and be at sea again.
lunedì 24 giugno 2013
CaMogli
It's been 2 months since our last trip (Napoli), so it was time for a weekend away. With 4 days to spare, we headed to the seaside. Just north of the Cinque Terre there's the Promotorio di Portofino, and on the edge of this rocky green scape, Camogli. Legend has it that this little fishing town got its name from the wives who were left behind to run the town, while their husbands were away at sea. Camogli "Casa di Moglie" or House of Wives". We showed up just in time for lunch on Friday, greeted the owner of the room we would rent and moved in for the weekend. It was in a refurbished cantina, with vaulted brick ceilings and naturally cool. It faced a quiet courtyard, and one staircase below you had a view of the sea and an unbelievable smell of the freshly oiled and baked focaccia, dripping in melted cheese "strachino". Focaccia is famous in this region of Liguria. And having two small children, we ended up eating it for breakfast, lunch, merenda, and dinner everyday. We enjoyed playing with rocks on the beach, swimming in the turquoise sea, watching the boats coming in and out of the busy port, biking the alleyways in the heat of the day, hiking to San Rocco, and down to Punta Chiappa (Point Buttcheeks!), and then taking the lovely boat ride back. It was refreshing to leave the confines of Torino, and be at sea again.
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