Can we rewind the clock a few days? Back to a time when I was speaking Spanish and dodging careening cars on the streets of Paris was not the norm? A few short days ago I was standing in front of an ocean scaffolded by the sun. The rocks were stalwart, marble and covered in moss, and the waves were azure, frothy and sometimes translucent. Dipping a toe into the cool water, part of me wanted to dive in. Make a blanket of the ocean. But someone, specifically my tour guide, Enrique, called to me. Feeding time, apparently.
What a joy, what a privilege to spend two hours at Barabba Bianca in Monterosso. Located directly in front of the sea, I spent time in these sun-drenched eatery with new friends and plates of hearty cheeses, perfectly-cooked pastas and cool gelato. The mussels were steeped in a local wine and butter, so my compadres said, and it was possibly the finest fish they’ve ever had. The focaccia was other-worldly, dressed in rosemary and local olive oil, and pared with sparkling water, I felt very much like a character in a Fitzgerald novel.
After, I planted myself on a rock and read until my skin turned a bright pink.