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Top 5 of Italy? Cinque Terre, say locals

The hilly, rustic 'five lands' region owes its ascent in the tourist pantheon to Rick Steves.

July 10, 2007|By Kevin Pang | Chicago Tribune

RIOMAGGIORE, Italy — What looks to be another home at 84 Via Santa Antonio is, in fact, a church. It is a modest place of worship, the size of a small living room. There is a marble altar, checkerboard floors, two chandeliers, an organ, 16 wooden chairs and four more in the cramped balcony. In the middle of this space stands a row of candles, some lighted and some not, with a coin box asking for donations. I am compelled to insert some change and pray. I ask for safe travels (and a favorable exchange rate).

You won't find this church in any guidebook. You stumble upon it after getting lost in a tangle of alleys as confusing to navigate as stairs in an M.C. Escher painting.

Stumbling upon things is the best way to explore Cinque Terre (pronounced CHEEN-kway TEHR-reh), the "five lands" perched upon a stretch of lush, terraced hills on Italy's western coastline halfway between Genoa and Pisa. It is a place of unrivaled beauty, a national park, a United Nations World Heritage Site.

On the southbound train that brought me from Genoa for a four-day visit in April, the shimmering Ligurian Sea was on the right while the five towns — the "lands" of Cinque Terre — appeared one after another on the left as pastel jumbles amid rolling slopes of green: Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, Riomaggiore, each punctuated by the railroad tunnels in between.

I spent the first two days in Riomaggiore, then the next two in Vernazza. But you can base yourself anywhere and move between them as you wish by train, boat or hiking trails; only seven miles separate the five villages. You just can't drive beyond Monterosso.

Roads as we know them don't exist here, and even the few residents with vehicles have to park their cars and motorbikes behind gates that separate the villages from the outside world. There aren't many museums here, either, but why should there be? The five villages are living museums of the Italian essence.

No matter which village you're in, you'll walk the narrow pedestrian ways among apartments, trattorias and olive-oil purveyors that could be no place else. Nearly all the buildings stand five stories tall, with green wooden shutters and worn pastel facades of pink, yellow, purple and orange. Time has faded the paint, leaving a rustic warmness and silence.

No one is around, no birds or airplanes above, no white noise, no Vespa scooters with their ubiquitous rumble. It is a moment to be still and absorb.

Strolling down the passages of Vernazza one morning, I recall an Italian phrase: "Il dolce far niente." The sweetness of doing nothing.

I walk and watch as women hold conversations four floors apart. Three elderly men sit on a bench — talking, laughing, people watching. Linens dry in the Mediterranean breeze, a few cats stray down the Via Roma. Every 15 minutes, the bells at the 700-year-old Church of Santa Margherita di Antiochia break the quiet.

The big news this morning is a wayward duck that flew into the center of town and waddled into a clothing store. Minutes later, I see the owner walk out with the duck cradled in her arms. The sweetness of nothing continued.

Yet on this April day, everyone knows what's coming: summer — and the hordes of tourists. Last year, more than 2 million people visited this area that only 4,500 locals call home.

Cinque Terre has become both the victim and beneficiary of one man, Rick Steves, who did for these towns what Ernest Hemingway did for Pamplona.

Steves is the genteel, wildly successful travel guide writer credited with introducing Cinque Terre to American tourists in 1980 in his book "Europe Through the Back Door." Twenty-five years ago, there were no more than a handful of restaurants and lodging options here. The towns' industry was wine, with vineyards producing a strong dessert wine called sciacchetra.

By the early 1990s, non-Italian tourists, especially Germans and Americans, were arriving in Cinque Terre in droves. Monterosso received the first wave. With its sandy beach, intimate guest rooms and access from the Autostrade, it feels closest to a resort.

And so, the economic engine changed from agriculture to tourism. The younger generation, who would have tended the vineyards, now runs Internet cafes by the harbor. Many older residents sold their homes and retired into the hills. Today, roughly 40% of the housing in Cinque Terre is hotels, guest rooms and vacation homes.

The Rick Steves-ification of Cinque Terre produced two schools of thought: One laments a fragile cultural bubble burst by outsiders; the other praises the godsend of money that maintains the parks, restores hilltop terraces for agriculture and gives everyone a comfortable standard of living. The latter point of view is far more common than the former.

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