The train ride was about an hour and thirty minutes, and we spent the entire journey with our eyes on the wondrous Tuscany country side that was beyond the grimy window. Vast expanses of classic stucco houses with rustic tiled roofs filled the picture frame. The houses were off set by the gradient grass hills covered in browning terraces. Every now and then a conscientious Italian farmer or a grazing heard of cattle would add character to the picturesque landscape. The sea of burnt sienna, emerald, parchment, and brick went swimming past as the locomotive speed for the next railway stop.
After short stops in Lucca and other small Tuscan towns, Viareggio appeared on the royal blue sign with white lettering that indicated w
Passing through the glass train station doors was like entering into a circus tent. Palm trees flanked the cobble stone street that was home to candy colored shops and apartments, and amicable locals dressed in patterned clothes smiled and nodded in greeting. The sent of sea salt air caught in our nostrils as we walked down the street admiring the view. In the center of the vertical street was a sandstone church that towered above the rest of the taffy flavored buildings. The church was decorated with a modest white cross, small exterior statues, and a pastel colored fresco high above the door. Moving on from the church was a brick clock tower that rang out in chim
More shops and palm tress made up the board walk and there were even a few small children’s rides. Hungry, we entered one of the pizza restaurants that was oozing with the smell of freshly baked dough. Lynette, a Texas girl who spoke the most Italian in the group, asked, “Quanto costa questo?” The shop keeper, a rounded Italian man with a trusting smile, hefted a slic
We walked the twenty feet to the dark sand and ate our pizza slices. The sand, which scalded our feet, was littered with vibrant tents, beach chairs, and towels as grey majestic mountains loomed in the distance. Locals soaked in UV rays to brown already tan bodies or played volleyball on designated parts of the shore. My two companions and I scouted out a clear spot near the sun bathed tide. We set up our small camp of patterned beach towels and sat down to take in the relaxed atmosphere and watch the sail boats drifting in the distance.
No comments:
Post a Comment