As the temperature dropped, our shorts and sleeveless tops were no longer enough to protect us from the elements. We agreed to head back to Monterosso. We were tired after our early start, big lunch and long walk, but we couldn’t help but want to kick on. It was well past tourist season and we were in a small town so we couldn’t really expect to find a happening night life. We agreed to head home and use Google to check if anything was happening.
Once home we hit a point where it was either kick on or turn in. The kick on spirit won and before long, Sasha, Edmundo and Ash went in search of wine and snacks while Rachel and I set up the apartment for a card game – called Kings. For those who don’t know (as I didn’t), Kings is a drinking game that utilises cards. Yes, we were probably too old for a drinking game but #yolo.
The crew arrived back, not only with exceptionally lovely red wines, but also, amazing pesto from the local region. It was a veritable smorgasbord of gourmet treats to accompany our party game. After uncovering much personal gossip, innuendo and scandal through our game of Kings (all of which I am too much of a gentlewoman to disclose here), we began to dance.
Dancing is one of those things that brings all people together. Everyone loves to dance, even if in different styles, confidently or not, something about dance makes people happy. With this realisation that we wanted to dance, and a bit of vino under our belts, the apartment walls were too limited for us… We hit the streets, optimistic that we might find a club.
We wandered down to the most happening bar we could find. No longer in search of drinks, but more into beats, we decided to ask the bar where we could dance. Sasha took the lead after some Italian coaching from Edmundo (“You need to say ‘dove ballare…dove ballare?”)… Although Sasha forgot what to say, in true Italian style, she let her hands and gestures do the talking and we managed to find out there was dancing by the water.
We wandered down to the waters edge, increasingly doubtful of the bar tenders advice. It wasn’t long before we heard the unmistakable ‘unce, unce’ of bass and knew we were heading in the right direction.
We turned a corner and saw a gathering of about 50-60 people, all dancing to DJ beats, right on the shore of the Monterosso in Cinque Terre. We joined in and danced the night away. After our feet could take no more, we called it a night.
I had to be up early for the train the next morning as Eldad and I had planned to rendezvous in Torino for some gastronomy good times. I left around 10am with my fellow travellers still lying cosily in their beds as the rain began to pour down outside. We had been lucky to spend such a wonderful sunny day on the beach the day before.