5 Nights in Levanto, Italy

Written Oct 30, 2008 7.30PM
"You know you are home when there are plates hanging on the wall." -Chris
"You know you are home when you underware is hanging in the kitchen...which is your bedroom!" - Amellia

Getting to town with al ight rain and fresh air, smelling of clean dirt. Walking through stone streets with tall colorful buildings and bringhtly painted shutters. The walls are crumbling down to show its original raw brick. Side streets show rustic stairwells spotted with lantern lights. The sound of my sloshing pants mixed with the feeling of tired unknown as I look to my left and right...or straight without knowing which to take. So instead I take it all in. The pitter'patter of rain, the warm wind on my face with a light salty breath. The tall lanterns light our way to a boy pointing "la!" and we find our hostel. This brick archway and creeky gate opening into a tunnel.
We check in, put our bags down, make our beds and go out to see Levantoàs night life (Tuesday). Which consists of rustic walls lined with bikes, closed stores, open empty bars, or the scattered few men watching football. The wind picks up as we turn certain corners to find more old unique buildings and a pretty courtyard with the largest bell flowers smelling like a fairys land. We entered a bar with the ceilling lined with bundreds of beer bottles, and the room holds thick wooden tables. We warm up with bonding laughter over a bottle of wine before heading to bed around midnight...cant wait to see Levanto in the day light.