Revisiting Genoa

Genova

I have a confession to make. I like Genoa. The first time I was here we landed in the downtown area and I immediately hated it. A few months later, I was invited to come back to this city and stay with friends of my significant other. Usually, I’d jump at the chance for any adventure but, this time I was hesitant. I knew what I was getting myself into until we arrived. I was wrong. Dead wrong!

This time round, we were in the coastal area and it was awesome. Check out our morning walk view!  

A 30-minute drive south will bring you to Recco, between La Passeggiata di Nervi & Portofino.

We parked our moto and sat at the beach until the sun went down. Watching people surf and relax was absolutely the perfect way to end our weekend.

If you do end up coming here I suggest renting a scooter to get a nice view of the coast all the way through and you get more flexibility getting from one town to the next in a short amount of time. For cars I hear it’s a bit pricey with the parking situation and you have to fight for space. It’s something to consider and think about.

recco

Genova “Genoa” Diary – Part 2

Genova really lights up during the day time. We walked around early in the morning on Sunday to take advantage of the sunny weather. I think the best time to get to know a city is when people are still asleep. At 9 in the morning, we ended up here at the port and as you can see, it was beautiful.

Like other parts of Italy, Genova is compact. At first, it might be a bit overwhelming upon arriving to this city because there’s less space and people are everywhere. Although, after walking around the main center we seemed to always circle back around Piazza Ferrari.

We walked around the city to explore the rest of the day.

Genova “Genoa” Diary – Part 1

About an hour and a half from Milan, we arrived by train in Genova on a Saturday night. A bag in one hand and the other tucked tightly inside my jacket pocket. We maneuvered through the subway station dodging people from left to right. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but, it seems the space in Genova was tighter than normal and I mean, “close” where you can hear them breathing next to you. A few times on the way to our Airbnb apartment, I lost my balance and tripped. The roads were uneven and damaged. Although, a few women still wore high heels (props to them). I’m going to be blunt. Genova is not your picture perfect city nor is it considered pretty. We also passed through prostitutes in some of the narrow streets and I wouldn’t suggest coming here alone. However, despite of the city’s imperfections, they are still active with tourists and youngsters.

Piazza de Ferrari

You can go in circles within Genova but, you’ll always loop back around Piazza de Ferrari.

Pesto

I had to try a pesto dish because they’re known for it and yes, it lived up to my expectations.

I admit, Genova was my least favorite city I’ve visited since I arrived in Italy. It was one of those moments where it tested my patience, especially, when the waitress during lunch time couldn’t get a simple salad order correctly and when, I wanted no ketchup on my cheeseburger at McDonalds. In addition, my friend didn’t bother booking a return train ticket and I couldn’t seem to understand why. When we decided to return home, we were faced with the fact that the earliest train ride back was much later than we anticipated. I had a stint of frustration at the train station and while, I waited for my friend to sort out the tickets, some lady tried to ask for my help. She was talking so fast that I couldn’t even understand if it was in Italian or something else. Eventually, she understood that I didn’t speak her language. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me because heck, I’ve had worse situations and I’ve read a few blogs where they had experienced the disadvantage in traveling, well, this was mine. Mostly, it was due to the fact that overall, I didn’t feel comfortable. But, sometimes these things need to happen because, I’ve never been more sure about the decision I’ve made about coming here.