Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Addio Ceriana, until next time
For me the morning started at six-thirty as I counted the tolling of bells from the church that sits right above us. I counted fifty 'clangs', the last five tapering off to a very quiet ringing that helped me get back to sleep. Historically the bells rang to get people up to go to work on the land. Some will still do that while others go to work in San Remo and Imperia as well as other nearby towns. At one time it was decided to stop the bells, which can be annoying, but the townspeople wanted them back. Unlike most places the bells ring on the hour and half hour all night.
After hugs and kisses with the owners of the coffee bar, it was back down to our lodgings to grab our suitcases and then to drag them up the hill and through the old tunnel to the car park on the far side of town. Old timers all remember when this tunnel was blown up by the retreating Germans in World War Two. It was time to say a reluctant good-bye to our friends, who we hope to see again in a few months. It is always lovely to visit Ceriana and to see the changes in the old medieval town.