This is a city perched precariously on cliff faces, with countless stairs to climb, and the most stunning views. It’s relatively cut off from the rest of the world, therefore prices for almost everything are a lot higher than they should be, but it doesn’t seem to stop the tourist hoards from taking over in summer. We visited in the cold, and it was every bit as stunning, if not more so. The cold left only the locals; we were two of the very few visitors to the city, which made me very thankful for the ability to speak Italian – no one much seemed to be bothered with foreigners and their languages. We walked until we couldn’t possibly take another step, then glimpse something like a tiny little greengrocers up an absurd flight of stairs, find our second wind, and take off to buy some food. There were “picnics” on our hotel room balcony, rugged up against the biting cold, giggling like children as we ate our prosciutto and Parmigiano cheese, sipping Italian wine, and playing an Italian card game I quickly taught husband. We were seriously living the life we had always wanted, and we couldn’t stop laughing, because we were in shock that we’d finally done it.