The sky was a deep indigo as I stepped onto the platform. The train to Monterosso al Mare rumbled through the quiet, sleepy countryside, its soft clatter accompanying my thoughts as I sat with anticipation. There was something magical about setting out so early.
Arriving in Monterosso, I stepped off the train into the crisp, cool air and started my ascent. The climb to the first peak felt like an initiation—each step a commitment to the journey ahead.
After rounding the first peak, the five towns of the Cinque Terre appeared in view. Each village, embedded into the rugged coastline, the vibrant hues of terracotta roofs standing in contrast to the dark blue of the sea.
