I accidentally found the beaches where you can swim in the Mediterranean Sea on my first trek out into Cinque Terre. I hadn’t brought my swimsuit, since I wasn’t going to go swimming while carrying all of my tech with me. There’s no places to check a bag either, so I’m going to have to make a special trip without it if I want to go swimming.
Still, I would not be denied at least a small taste of what is to come. I took off my socks and shoes and waded out into the waves.
The water was nice and cool. Lapping over my feet and up my calves, it was a welcome relief from the growing heat of the day. I picked my way carefully back up the stony beach and began to dry off my feet and remove all the stubborn pebbles that had glued themselves between my toes.
I should have been paying attention.
As I finished drying my first foot a larger wave than before crashed in front of me and reached the top of the mound I had been sitting on, soaking me again as I scrambled to keep my backpack and its precious cargo from the grasp of the sea. I succeeded, but at the cost of my socks becoming soaked.
Tying them to my backpack to dry, I dried my feet and put my shoes on my bare feet to continue exploring the town.