If there’s something I love about travel besides seeing a new, beautiful place, it’s observing the people living in it.
That’s one reason I prefer the smaller towns and staying in one place for an extended time. You get a feel for the community and for the humans inhabiting it. They, together with the history of an area, make your stay more interesting.
I try to capture photographs of people when they aren’t aware, not to be devious, but because people just being people is the best entertainment ever.
The people exploring Rapallo’s Lungomare Vittorio Veneto, (the street adjacent to the promenade), create poetry every evening for those of us enjoying happy hour at the Cafe Boasi/Caravaggio Cafe. Mere steps from (our) Hotel Vesuvio, after a day’s hiking, we nab a front table, have delightful drinks, and so it begins…
Happy Hour Entertainment
Watching cars attempting to park on the busy street equals fun. The vehicles have gotten larger, but neither have the roads or the parking places. They try to fit in tiny spaces while traffic whizzes by and bicycles are pedaled and vespas are scooting and people are walking.
The funniest parking adventures took place on the same evening. First, was a woman trying to park a Mustang-sized car in a space meant to hold a VW Beetle. While everyone watched, she went back and forth at least twelve times (yes, we would wager how many tries it would take someone and keep track), all the while not knowing that three cars ahead, on the gentle curve, were two spaces wide open. Finally, she gave up and a man got in and tried to do better. Not so much. They called it good and a table full of locals at the next restaurant over cheered. Two minutes later, the car in front of them left!
The other one was the family of four with a set of grandparents in tow in something the size of a Pathfinder. Seriously, why do you need something that big here? Oh wait, we discovered the answer when six of them rolled out with luggage galore. This man took about twelve tries to park in a large space and finally, the granddad (his father? father-in-law?) got out and started directing him. Around us, those in the know shook their heads and commented on why was this so hard for him when the space was plenty large enough. Yes, we knew what they were saying because we said it, too.
No cheering when he parked, but the next night, driver and dad were sitting next to us during Happy Hour and began critiquing everyone trying to park! This Aussie had no shame!
One of the always best things in Italy (okay, I admit it, I seek them out everywhere I go) is watching the elderly visit with each other. I want to sit with them and learn their stories and ask why they look happy (is it from continually laughing at the tourists?) and could I buy them a coffee and talk some more?
Here are those pictures.
How was your day?
Crossing the street … again
Happy Hour at Cafe Boasi.
Enjoying the promenade.
Travel is about the new—whether it will be the location, the food, the history, and most certainly the people you’ll meet, the conversations you’ll have, and the lessons in life they’ll pass along.