|Tellaro with Tino and Tinetto in the distance|
I've been very busy this summer, and haven't had too much time for myself. I let the blog go for a little bit so I could maybe iron a shirt or two or sit down for 15 minutes in those precious, short 15 minutes of free time. Plus, after now 4 years living here, the little things don't seem so interesting anymore. The market is the market, spring comes with it's green and summer ends with it's peaches and figs. The sea is still blue, the village is still packed and full, and another August has happily ended.
This summer we actually didn't even leave the village very much on our sacred Wednesdays off. We didn't go hiking, we didn't go out on the boat, we didn't do anything - we just sat on the beach and swam and relaxed (and answered emails and typed, but fortunately all of these things can be done on the beach). But now that wonderful September is here, we have a little bit more desire and energy to go exploring, and we actually, finally, really truly did as we got in the car and headed off to Lerici and it's tiny frazione of Tellaro on the sea.
|One of our beaches found today|
I have to go to Lerici every now and again for work, so I've become a little bit familiar with it, but Tellaro has still alluded me. It's beyond Lerici on a windy seaside road, and has been voted one of Italy's "borghi piu belli", or "most beautiful towns". I'd always wanted to go, but as Lerici and the surrounding area across the Golfo Dei Poeti isn't connected by the train, it means I'm dependent on my exhausted fiancé to drive us there (we got engaged in June!).
|The carrugi of Tellaro|
|A blue sea with Portovenere and Palmaria in the distance|
Tellaro is as incredibly charming as it's legend. It's tiny little alleyways (called carrugi here) and staircases all wind up at the same place - down in the harbor, lined with colorful fishing boats in repose and cats soaking up the sun. Kids play-fight with sticks, a diver gears up to go out, the tan Italian women snuff out a cigarette while laughing with their friends. It's a little raggedy, but that is what makes these Ligurian villages so charming. They're fishing villages that don't need a fresh coat of paint to ooze charm.
Though it's the last village in the Gulf of Poets that clings to the coast here in Liguria before arriving in beautiful Tuscany and the bigger cities of Massa and Carrara, it's more than worth the drive to get here, and an easy day trip in the weekdays of the offseason to get another slice of what makes where we live so special.
|The beach from above - the settlement in the left corner is Portovenere, and next to it Palmaria.|