By Cabiria Magni
Levanto, a week end with a sea view
Some say that everyone should get a life with a sea view, I always trusted this idea, but I’ve never really got it actually.
I was born in Brianza, an Italian northern region that many enjoy to define like a shade hanging halfway between the gray of the factories and the green meadows in the spring, where the only space for blue is a bit too far away, confined in the sky, only when it’s not dotted by clouds. Often it doesn’t really make much difference and we care about other colors.
I arrived in Levanto on a Friday evening, before the blue leaving its place to the pink of a sunset that melted into the sea, and during the days I stayed there I realized that my trust was indeed well placed: that kind of blue does make a difference.
I found a glass of wine to welcome me in front of the medieval loggia, once reached by the waves that now gave way to the actual Piazza del Popolo, and I found a group of people ready to tell me this story with such an enthusiasm only reserved to the places we truly love: I couldn’t help but listen enchanted.
My weekend with a sea view continued with the exploration of the Cinque Terre National Park, easily connected to Levanto by train: Saturday passed by visiting a series of villages that the whole world envies us for the way they keep clinging to the rock with pride. I was constantly surrounded by a crowd gaping in amazement, and I kept for my self some moments of solitude, walking along paths leaning on the side of the hills, offering a wonderful view of the coast (if you happen to visit this region, the path from Volastra to Corniglia is truly beautiful and away from the hustle and bustle of the villages: highly recommended).
I dedicated my Sunday fully to Levanto.
I started the day getting lost in the alleys of the old town and stopping to photograph every tiny corner: the purple bougainvillea colored the sky and the walls of the houses still seemed fresh watercolors.
I got to St Andrew’s Church: the façade was watching all around the landscape with its geometric precision, holding it at bay with the perfect gray of its stones; a little farther on, a flight of steps among the leaves led me to the castle and guess what? I turned around and I suddenly found myself in front of the sea. Once again, but with a view from above.
The path that leads from the castle to the beach is dotted with colorful little doors and gates that open onto flowery gardens; once on the waterfront I met people sitting on a low stony wall to enjoy the scenery, and others getting ready to make a noisy entrance into the water, a life jacket already on, impatient to get there: so it is true that the sea has a different way to talk to each one, it is capable of giving at the same time a bit of peace, or a good deal of energy.
I enjoyed both the beach and the waterfront terrace until lunchtime, when I went for some slices of local focaccia in a bakery; before leaving, the owner greeted me with a happy “have fun!”: two words, but with the power to convey the warmth of a full day.
A day that continued with a nice stroll to Bonassola, always along the waterfront, only occasionally interrupted by dark rocks giving the impression to stand there on purpose to teach those waves making of Levanto one of the most desirable surfing spot: if you happen to visit it on a windy day, you’ll see plenty of boards dotting the sea.
If you arrive on a so-called “dead calm” day, enjoy the rest of the natural show, because that never fails!