We woke up in the morning (or the afternoon, it's all relative) to find that Dave was missing.  Had he been
                 kidnapped?  All of his luggage was missing and there was not a trace of him except for a pair of glasses.             
                     What the who the?  Well, Dave had disappeared and Cassidy and I had to catch a train.  We grabbed 
                        Dave's glasses, in case we might see him again, and headed off to the train station. 

CINQUE TERRE

                                    After some time in the train, and some incredible scenery, we made it to Cinque Terre. (pronounced
                           Chink-kwa Terr-a)  Cinque Terre consists of five small coastal towns that are connected by a path that
                            runs through the mountainous terrain of vineyards and olive. . .yards.  Absolutely incredible.  Cassidy
                            and I got there at about 7 at night and caught the sunset.  We had no idea where we were going to stay.
                            Our only lead was some guy named Manuel who had places to stay and worked in an internet shop. right.
                                   Alrighty then, we got off of the train in the last of the five towns called Monterosso and started to
                            walk south toward what we thought looked like the town.  After asking some locals "Dov'e un internet
                            pointe?" we were pointed toward the only internet access place for miles.  We were in civilization.  After
                            some wheeling and dealing, we found a place to stay for the night. 

                                                Cass and I threw our stuff in our room and proceeded to find any place that was
                                              quick and preferably had some seafood for dinner.  After a long five minutes, we found a a                                                place that looked just right.  We didn't have any cash so we asked the person at the cash
                                                       register if they took credit cards.  She didn't understand what we were saying, but
                                                      after some awful Italian and some just as bad English, she pointed to the card reader and
                                                            we jumped up and down saying "Yes, yes, that's what we're asking about!"  She
                                                                replied by saying, "oh, sorry, we don't take these."

                                                                                      She had a card reader but didn't take credit cards. . .no comment.
                                                                                                                                                    NEXT DAY

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