Monte Carlo - Day 47
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After one last breakfast on our ship, we gathered our stuff and disembarked for good from the cruise. Today's port was Monte Carlo, Monaco. Sprawling across the rising hills and cliffs of the French Riviera, this is a truly picturesque city. The night before we were told by our tablemates about how this place is a wealthy person's playground, and now we could see why. In the harbor were HUGE yachts all over the place. Much of the buildings built on the rising bluffs were extravagant-looking high-rise condos, the price of which I can only imagine. Walking around, one can see countless fancy restaurants, the menus of which we were afraid to see the price of.
So maybe this isn't the ideal place for us to spend much time in, but it was a fun place to walk around a bit. It truly is a beautiful area. But knowing that we weren't going to spend the night here, and now we had our packs to bring everywhere, we headed to the train station and took a train back to Italy. At Genova we stopped for the evening, and found a cute little hotel. The front desk lady, who was super nice, gave us a map and drew a recommended walking tour route on it. Taking this, we explored some of the beautiful historic areas of Genova. After getting dark, we were getting hungry, so we ducked into a tiny alleyway and found a restaurant. Here we had one of the best meals of our trip, with course after course of fabulous italian food. We were sorry to tell the waitress that we were too full for dessert, as I'm sure there was some awesome treats. Against his better judgement (fragile glass items don't get along well with back-packing), Eli asked the waitress if he could buy the wine glass he had been drinking from. It was a nice glass, and etched on its side was the name of the restaurant, and Eli just plain wanted it. So she glanced around furtively, excused herself, and walked away. Returning a moment later she handed him a clean glass, saying it would be best if "the other lady" (the other woman working there) didn't see me carry it out. It was not added to the bill. She received a big tip, and we waddled out.
Carrying our prized glass, the walk back to our hotel was much less scenic. This more direct route was along the more industrial side of Italy; freeway overpasses, factories, and urban squalor surrounded us. It was dark, and we were feeling a bit vulnerable, but we made it to the hotel safely without incident. To bed.