Two weeks ago, I was looking over one of the most beautiful cities I’d ever seen. Monterosso, Italy. One of the five towns that make up Cinque Terre.
Two days ago, Lucas blogged about our amazing experience — eating at Vernazza and climbing hundreds of steps.
24 hours ago, I found out that Cinque Terre is all but gone. Literally wiped away by flash floods and mudslides. Witnesses called it an unimaginable disaster, and said Monterosso is all but destroyed.
It’s shocking to me that in moments, Mother Nature could wipe away something that is so sharp in my memories. Obviously, I’ve seen how devastating natural disasters can be — earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, tornadoes.
But I think the difference is that I feel so emotionally connected to Cinque Terre. It wasn’t just a cool place. It was the COOLEST place. It wasn’t just beautiful — it was indescribable. It’s where I fought back some emotional demons, challenged my body, connected with my husband and now…it will never be as it was.
I’m just so sad for the loss.