We were in day three of our Cinque Terre exploration and had just taken the local train from Monterosso, where we stayed, to Riomaggiore, the fifth of the five towns. Right when we entered the main street of the small town, I spotted a little market and it was like the sky opened up and angels were singing...
|Kale in Italy!|
I screamed, "KALE," loud enough so that everyone stared at me and immediately bought the two bunches in the basket. The woman in the little shop looked at me strangely because I was wearing a very unattractive but functional purple striped zip-up and was clearly a tourist buying a green vegetable that would die in two days. I also begged for a larger bag since this was 11am in the morning and we had a full day of sightseeing and a three hour hike ahead of us.
Needless to say, I was determined and Anais was a good sport and was supportive of my kale buying. Please, her dad grows the stuff and has it coming out his ears in Florida and Pennsylvania. *Insert plug for my farmer uncle and his awesome produce. If you live in America, go buy Lady Moon Farms!*
|I carried that baby for a three hour hike wearing my ugly purple zip-up.|
After taking the romantic walk on Via Del Amore from Riomaggiore to Manarola, we had a wondeful two hour lunch at Tratorria da Billy (highly recommended!) on the top of the town. It was almost near disaster because by the time we walked all the way back down to the bottom again, I realized I left the big bag of kale at the trattoria! I swear it wasn't the bottle of Dolcetto that accompanied our homemade, fresh lobster pasta...
Anais was so supportive of my kale that she encouraged us to walk back to the restaurant where the nice owner had my kale waiting for me - but clearly thought I was crazy that this was going to be my Cinque Terre souvenir.
There is a beautiful Vineyard walk in Manarola, along pastel-colored homes with the quintessential Italian gardens and look what I found there... again the sky opened and angels sang...
|Gorgeous gorgeous kale!|
I was about 1 second away from stealing all the leaves off this person's plant to add to my already large bag of leafy green goodness!
Luckily, the kale survived the entire day as well as the following day's 14 hour train journey from Monterosso to Paris. I returned home to a happy Sir Lancelot who was excited for his first raw kale salad in months! Not to mention he brought me some kale surprises from America! It was a true kale party in Chez Lancelot!