Vernante: Heaven on earth.
It took me awhile to post about Vernante because I was honestly too intimidated by the task. Why? I knew that no matter how many photos I upload or how many words I use to try and describe this magical town, nothing will ever do it justice.
We stumbled across Vernante almost by accident. I mean, we knew the town existed, but since we were going to be snowboarding in neighbouring town, Limone, we figured we’d stay right there. But when searching Airbnb for suitable accommodation, we found Limone to be overpriced and quite unappealing, so expanded our search radius by a few kilometres.
We found a place that looked cute, well looked after, and great value for money (approx 35 Euro per night). But since you never can tell with photos, we braced ourselves for a reality check. Good news. Reality was better than expected. The place was spacious, the perfect mix of historical looking (rustic stone walls) and contemporary (refurbished kitchen and Ikea furniture), and ridiculously cosy. We felt like we’d won the lottery.
The only thing even more exciting than our lucky find was the fact that the town (especially the older part where we were staying) was INCREDIBLE. Home to just 1100 people (minimal tourists, too!), and full of quaint little stores, restaurants and bars, we’ve never been so happy to need to go out for groceries and fresh bread. Oh, and speaking of “home”, it was also home to the original illustrator of “Pinocchio”, and is covered (I mean almost every single building has one – some of them a little creepy) in murals of the wooden boy, as well as various statues (see images below).
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
We went to sleep one night with some light snowfall and woke up to a winter wonderland. It was honestly like something out of a Disney Christmas movie. I had permanent butterflies in my stomach from the joy and excitement (well, when I didn’t have terror-related butterflies due to my fear of hitting the slopes again… but that story will come in chapter 6). The day before we left, my partner went snowboarding with friends leaving me to turn on some jazz music, pour some red wine, and watch the snow falling all day while I did some writing. Really.
I won’t bother writing any more since I know I don’t have the talent to fully describe my new favourite place on earth, but enjoy the photos and be sure to check it out – even just for a night – if you’re ever in North Italy.