Deiva Marina: Saturday and Sunday

Sat: rode train from Nice to Genoa to Deiva Marina. Talked to a mother and her daughter from Michigan. I told them it was nice to hear the midwest accent again. They said likewise. (there were some people from wisconsin at the granada hostel... but a wisconsin accent is like a bostonian one to someone else from the east coast... they just took it in a direction they probably shouldnt have.)

Got to Deiva Marina at 5pm. A Italian Lady was sitting by me and when I told her where I was going she said "ah, Deiva Marina- a place for writers"
Wow, I thought, as I walked to the restroom. I choose an out of the way town just because roomms were full. and it-s a place for writers. I wondered why i hadnt read about it in guide books. they are obsessed with stuff like that.

When I got back I asked her why it was a place for writers. Expecting to hear names and their writerly artistic exploits in the hidden creative bubble of deiva marina and she laughed "because thats all there is to do there. Just the ocean and a hill."
"well... I do like to write."
"thats good. you can write a poem."

Sunday
Stayed in a 4 person cabin with a kitchen by myself (and sat). Very nice.
Deiva Marina I think is a place most americans and aussies and canadian and brits dont know about. Lots of italians enjoying their campsites. Hills like the smokys alll around and a nice little beach and lovely ocean view. Did have to walk 40 minutes to town. PLayed dodge the italian cars the first half of it, then got a sidewalk.
had gelato.