Italy’s temperatures are certainly far more agreeable to me then Ireland

Unfortunately, I still have to start this entry in the five degree temperatures of Ireland…

Where I left off, we ate some tasty food, did some scenic walks, and put some annoying siblings in the gallows

On one of the days we did a slightly perilous walk along the cliffs of Moher, a very popular walk along the Irish coast:

Afterwards, we went and saw this big church that I was admittedly less interested in than the nearby candy shop of which I bought a large candy stick that I am still eating…

Not that the church wasn’t particularly noteworthy

Fast forward to Italy, where we flew straight into Pisa because we heard it had good food…

Yeah…no

The accommodation was great; no one else liked it, mostly because it had no wifi, but it had a tennis channel so I was all set…

We saw the leaning tower of Pisa-it didn’t fall, but we still got some reasonable views, despite the excessive amount of tourists present.

The last one was a random building that would be impressive if it weren’t standing next to the tower.

Skip some gluten free pizza, a drive that would have been long had we not went on that Western Australia holiday earlier this year, and a complicated process getting in to the town, and behold, we are now in the Cinque Terre (pronounced ‘chinka terra’)

For those poor people who hadn’t heard of it (totally not me), the Cinque Terre is an internationally famous walk between five picturesque coastal Italian villages that provides many awe-spiring views and, uh, more views.

Anyway, the towns are nice, pretty good food, and nice waiters.

Although French waiters do seem to be better.

You wonder why Italians; the home of pizza and pasta, aren’t overweight, until you see what they go though every morning to get to the train before work…

That was only 2/3 of the way up too, just got blocked by a tree…