It is difficult for me to even try and describe the trek we took via our two cars to our bed and breakfast which we had booked for three nights. The drive to the little city where we would be staying was beautiful as we caught our first glimpse of the ocean and the "cliffs" of the Italian Riviera. Rebecca, in the lead car, had specific printed directions to reach our final destination. As we started our ascent up the mountain Hunter and I, following in a rented car, felt certain she was lost, but we faithfully followed. Actually there were moments I refused to look out my window since the drop was hundreds of feet straight down with no guardrail. Most of the time the road was smaller than a normal one-way street. When we met another car, yes there were other "nuts" living up there, one of us had to back up until the road widened enough to allow passage! It took us about 30 minutes of white knuckled stress to arrive at a "parking lot" of sorts. But we weren't there yet! Now we had exactly 172 stone steps to climb, through a small grape orchard, and on up to our destination. Huffing and puffing we finally reached the "top" and were greeted by the hostess who showed us lovely rooms and had wine and juice for us on the veranda which overlooked the valley.
We all agreed it was charming, after getting our "altitude legs". Then the thought ran through my mind, "We have to take that road every day?" Wow-I guess we have no other choice but we sure want to be back here before dark and pray for good weather!
The week-end was delightfully spent taking boat rides, eating, watching the kids on the beach, reading and relaxing while taking in breathe-taking scenery. All went well until the last day/night. We visited Genoa and then had some difficulty with our directions getting out of the city. Being delayed caused the sun to set over us-OK we are going to have to travel that treacherous road in the dark but at least its not-oh no-it IS storming and torrentially raining. Yikes!!
I kid you not when I say that the trip was one of the worst rides of my life-stressful and dangerous. God definitely guided us all the way, considering Steve (in the lead) said he basically couldn't see the road most of the time and had to have Rebecca keep her window down and continually look out to be sure the tires were on the road! We did safely make it to the parking lot and then walked, carrying toddlers up 172 stone steps in the downpour. An experience I NEVER want to duplicate. The week-end was ONE TO REMEMBER!! Check out the photos, which don't begin to share the trip but give you at least a glimpse of our "fun"!















1 comments:
Ok, who picked that B&B... Scary....
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