I have always been drawn to tropical destinations. Give me a beautiful beach, turquoise water, and a place where I can slow down and relax, and I am happy. So traveling to Europe was a completely different experience for me.
This trip was especially meaningful because it was a celebration for both my daughter and me. My daughter, who has a history and teaching degree, had always dreamed of traveling to Europe and seeing the places she had studied about for years. I had also finally completed the college degree that I started many years ago, and we both graduated last spring. What better way to celebrate than a 16-day adventure through Europe?
From the moment I arrived in Rome, I felt like I had stepped into a movie. I kept looking at my daughter and saying, "We are in Italy!" I repeated those words over and over throughout our trip because I honestly couldn't believe I was finally experiencing these places I had only seen in pictures.
That feeling became even stronger when we arrived in Cinque Terre.
When we stepped out of our vehicle and I looked down toward Manarola, I remember thinking, "I am really here."
I had my camera in hand, ready to capture every moment, although I knew there was no way my photographs could truly capture the feeling of standing in this incredible place.
Because we were on a cruise excursion schedule, our time in each village was limited. I wished I could have wandered through every little street, stopped at every viewpoint, and taken hundreds more photographs. Looking at the colorful houses stacked along the hillside, I remember thinking that I could stay here for years and still never capture everything I wanted to see.
That was one of the things I loved most about Italy. Every corner seemed to tell a story.
Visiting Cinque Terre had been at the very top of my bucket list. Standing there, taking this photograph after seeing so many pictures online and dreaming about someday visiting, was surreal.
I told my daughter that if we packed up and went home after only two days into our 16-day trip, I would still be happy because I had finally experienced this place.
Of course, we continued our adventure, and I am so thankful we did, but that moment in Manarola will always be one of my favorite travel memories.
One thing that surprised me about Italy was how different it felt from the tropical places I had always loved visiting. Hawaii, Jamaica, the Cayman Islands, and Mexico all have a peaceful, relaxing beauty that speaks to my soul. Italy was different. It was exciting, busy, historic, and full of life.
The narrow roads winding along cliffs, the bustling streets, and the energy of everyday Italian life were completely different from what I was used to. At times it felt overwhelming, but it was also fascinating. I loved experiencing a culture so different from my own.
You cannot visit Italy without being surrounded by history. Everywhere you look there are reminders of the generations who lived, worked, worshiped, and built their lives in these places. Standing among ancient ruins, walking through centuries-old villages, and looking up at the incredible details inside cathedrals are experiences that photographs simply cannot fully capture.
Exploring Manarola Today
If you are planning a visit to Manarola, give yourself more time than we had. While a quick stop can give you a glimpse of the village, staying longer allows you to slow down and truly experience it.
Take time to wander the streets, enjoy the views from the scenic overlooks, explore the harbor area, and simply sit and watch life happening around you. Cinque Terre is known for its hiking trails, vineyards, and beautiful coastal scenery, but some of the best moments come from just taking your time and enjoying the atmosphere.
Comfortable shoes are a must. The villages are built into the hills, and you will find plenty of steep streets and uneven pathways.
For me, Manarola was more than just a beautiful place I visited. It was a dream that finally became a reality.
It was a reminder that sometimes the places we imagine for years are even more special when we finally get there.
And yes, I still catch myself saying...
"We were in Italy!"












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