So it's steep. Luckily there are college kids on the trail. Some of them are whining. There's nothing like someone half your age whining about their exertion level to put some oxygen in your blood and a lilt to your step. So on we went, right up to the little village at the top, where the sign next to this church told us where to go for the village of Corniglia, or for trinkets. We chose the village, mostly because we were hungry.


