"Pagatto duo notti, Angela"

For those of you who don't know, Italy is this mystical, charming country where everything is magical and there are unicorns and rainbows of gelato and pots of golden pasta... but sans the leprechauns because leprechauns are a bit creepy. Spending a weekend there has had me scheming on how soon I can get back ever since.

To start the adventure, Aaron, Ashley, Mike and I flew into Pisa and rented a car that I once again piloted. (sidenote- That makes three countries now- Spain, Portugal and Italy!) We drove around for a while trying to find the Leaning Tower of Pisa with our free rental car map that only had about 1/4 of the city's streets actually marked. Incidentally, during that search we accidentally found Galileo's birth home:
Question: How rad is Italy that you are driving around trying to find the Leaning Tower of Pisa and then you stumble upon Galileo's house? Answer: Pretty rad. Shortly thereafter we found the leaning tower and took a series of leaning photos. We also read up on the information about the tower and due to a series of complications and century-long breaks in construction, it turns out that they just built it that way. Those Italians...
Tourists lending a hand to help hold up the tower:
After the photo shoot we ate the most delicious pizza on the planet and then ditched Pisa for a drive through the Tuscan countryside:Our destination was the Cinque Terre, a spot on the Mediterranean where there are five little fishing villages with trails linking them. This was us on the side of the road above the first village:
We decided to visit the first two villages by car and then stay in the third village and hike around to the fourth and fifth the following day. That turned out to be the best decision ever. Here are some pictures of our village, Corniglia: When we got to Corniglia we met the village's mob boss, Angela, a 70-something year old lady who spoke only Italian, but was essential in finding us an apartment with a rooftop terrace. We mainly tried to communicate through Spanish with Italian intonation and the few Italian words we knew (mangiare, ciao, bella, arrivederci, pesto, formaggio etc.,) but really we just sounded ridiculous. Fortunately money is the universal language, so just enough communication happened for us to move in for two nights. Much to our delight, she paused to go buy a take-out foccacia pizza during our proceedings, saying something that we patched together as, "I'ma hungry, I'ma gonna eata pizza now." After we paid, she wrote a homemade receipt in Aaron's little notebook that said, "Pagatto duo notti, Angela." (Paid two nights, Angela) That wasn't the only thing that led us to believe that perhaps we were doing something off the books- She had us park the car at her own house and when we moved out two days later, she told us that if the police asked us where we stayed, not to tell them we stayed at her spot. And just like that, Angela reached legendary status in our minds.

Our apartment was on the third floor of the building to the left of the yellow building in this picture:The four of us on our terrace:Haha... Fanny Bazaar in Corniglia:
Photos from the hike:
Victory at the end of the hike:After two splendid days in the Cinque Terre we headed to Florence to visit the city for a day and then spend the evening with Mike's friend, Irene, at her birthday barbecue. Irene's house was lovely, located outside the city and you could even see a giant stone church atop one of the hills nearby. The people were friendly and the food was great. This was easily the best trip that any of us had ever been on.

Here's a shot of the famous church in Florence:
In short, Italy is magnificent. I can't believe it's taken me this long to get there, but I can say without a doubt that it will be significantly less time before I am back.