Oh, Cinque Terre. I love you. Let me count the ways:
Your pesto. It is so grand and greasy. I love all forms of your pesto, from your soggy pizza pesto to your fat little noodles called treffie and pesto.
Your 9 kilometer hike, with 5 inch wide trails and stairs that never end, but oh, oh, the mosquitos and view! Oh.
Your gelato. Oh so creamy and ohhh.
Your language. MONNNNTERRRROOOOSSA. OH. I love to write your language out to men at th train station since, to speak it, I shout intelligibly. Oh! But I can write. I can write it, and you, you, Cinque Terre, and your people, will understand.
Your bright, colorful houses.
Your clotheslines.
Your rooms with steep, steep stairs and nice comfy beds and fans! Oh!
You people,restaurant owners and shopkeepers alike, who do not haggle tourists! And if I need direction, I can ask, no charge!
OHHH Cinque Terre, I love you. I do, I do, I do.
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did you hear about the guy from BNL who got arrested with prostitutes and cocaine?
hahahaha
he crazy
BE SAFE
Same title Brittany used for her Facebook post. Curious...
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