Next morning, we had breakfast in the gorgeous dining room, and were fussed over by Marta, who owns the house. She was very keen for us to have her freshly fried salty doughnut things! Interesting!
Later, we received the following review on the website we booked through, from Marta:
'Scott Cryer e la sua numerosa famiglia sono stati ospiti speciali molto educati, i ragazzi non hanno fatto rumore e hanno lasciato camere molto ordinate. Tutta la famiglia ha apprezzato con entusiasmo la mia ricca colazione!!!! spero di riaverli come ospiti di Marta Guest House !!!!! ciao arrivederci'.
(Scott Cryer and his large family were special guests very polite, the boys do not have noise and left very tidy rooms. The whole family enjoyed with enthusiasm my hearty breakfast!! I hope to have them as guests of Marta Guest House!!)
After that we drove to our next apartment in a little village near the Cinque Terre, on the Italian Riviera, called Fortuna.
It is really up in the hills, along hilarious roads - so narrow and winding, and this was the (typical) view from where we first parked the car when we were trying to find our apartment.
We caught the train to the furthest away town first - Riomaggiore. We walked through a tunnel with the walls all covered in mosaics to get to the town, and then wandered down to the little harbour area.
The Cinque Terre is famous for its jumbled colourful houses, built on the rugged, steep landscape, next to the sea.
We then waited at Manarola station for a little bit, and got the train to the middle town - Corniglia. Each town has a different atmosphere, and Corniglia is more old fashioned and traditional. We had to climb a tonne of steps up from the station into the town, and rewarded ourselves with gelato.
We found a great terrace which overlooked the sea. (I totally loved seeing the lemon trees growing everywhere too!)
Afterwards we had time for a quick play on the beach.
Our places to stay just keep getting better and better!! Outside the apartment was a covered-over patio area (which Fabio later lit up with candles), and terraced gardens, just opening out into the valley. Through an open air atrium bit was our apartment, with kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, and up a spiral staircase was our other room and bathroom. The views out of every window were wonderful! We were close by some fabulous old buildings, and nothing was on the same level, with stairways and landings and walkways all over the place, and oranges growing in pots.
I got Harry to bed, and went and sat out on the balcony in this chair, and wrote my journal. Here is a bit of what I wrote, which brings back how wonderful the place was.
''I think I am sitting in one of the most heavenly places ever... grapevines are curling round the railings next to me, and bright red geraniums, and I am overlooking a beautiful wooded valley (which on the other side of, is the Cinque Terre and the sea.) There are still blue skies, and I can hear nothing but birds singing, and the air smells sweet. Nearby I can see fig trees, olive trees, more grapevines, and I can smell the climbing roses and jamine... This truly is a place I could come back to, I love this balcony so much... I wish I could somehow capture this view, and this contentedness... this scented air and beauty, always.''
'Only few moments for understand the good and educate family they are. 4 kids very polite. Well Done! Ciao.'