Cinque-Terre Reverie

My girl Dax has inspired me to take a stroll down memory lane and haul out the Europe Journal from our trip to Europe in '98.

I haven't really sat and thought about this trip for quite some time. As time passes, I think the meaning of the trip changes for me. For what was a post-gradutaion present to ourselves that Dax and I strategically saved for, and planned for at her kitchen table for the better half of summer vacation, is now evidence of my growth and independence. Evidence of a bond between friends that will never be forgotten or altered. Weirdo, Dings and Dax DID Europe 98! I still can't believe Weirdo made it! I can't believe we all made it.

September 5 1998
lyrics from a song we made up and sung (okay fine, Weirdo and I sung to drive Dax mental) while hiking through the 5 towns in Cinque-Terre, Italy.

I don't know but I've been told,
There are 5 towns in a cove,
With fresh showers on the beach,
It's a rocky ride but there ain't one leach!

Mama Rosa was the boss,
She saw us coming from across,
the train station that smelled like pee,
Looked like hell, but it was by the sea.

one, two, Chad and Sister Sue,
three, four, we bought a post-card store (in)
one, two, three, four...five Towns!

We hit town four on day 2,
The hostel there was spanking new,
and standing at the pop machine,
was Siri Jordan from BC!

Gigi fed us for 2 days,
cleared up Dingle's stomache pains,
The girls and boy got sun at the beach,
let's hear it for those EURO-BEATS!

one, two, the Med is clear blue,
three, four, hiking was a chore in -
one, two, three, four...FIVE TOWNS!