Apuane Mountains

I took geology during my sophomore year at URI. It didn't take long for me to classify myself as a geology freak telling my friends "Geology Rocks!" after I aced every assignment and test in the class. Needless to say, when I was told we were traveling to Apuane Mountain Caves, I was beyond excited. We started our journey in the typical massive tour bus that brought us around everywhere. Once we arrived to the bottom of the mountain, we remained in this tour bus for a large portion of the mountain until it did not fit up the windy mountainside roads. When I looked out the window, it appeared as though we were on a cliff and could fall off at any moment. We basically were. The bus was chaos, everyone freaking out. I sat in my seat and did not budge an inch with what I call my "nervous laugh." Once we got to a flat area we were divided into two groups to take a smaller bus to the top. The turns were so sharp the bus driver constantly made 5 point turns all the way up the mountain. Once we arrived, I treated my self to a candy bar at a little shop near the entrance to the cave.

     We began our hike through the caves, across rocks, through mud, and up and down millions of stairs. Unfortunately, our cameras did not take crystal clear pictures. The sight was amazing. Words cannot describe the scenery I witnessed and to think it was all made by the earth blew my mind (even more than the photo's from geology class) The hike was long and brutal but I never lost interest in my surroundings or stopped trying to document it with my camera.

     By the end, I was starving and eager to eat an anticipated equally amazing meal that our professors had been raving about since we were told we would be visiting the mountain caves. While waiting for the second group to return, we enjoyed a few glasses of vino (still excited we were legal to drink) and relaxed. At that point, our legs were shaking. Once the other group arrived we were seated at circular tables that were already set with drinks and bread. The bread was gone within the first minute. Little did we know we had ten courses coming our way. I say ten without exaggeration. Each course was delicious. The meal was exactly what I pictured an Italian meal to be-plus more, a lot more. Being so hungry, excited, and curious, we forced it all down and ended up in what we called a food coma. On the bus ride home, everyone passed out. Thinking back on all of this feels like a dream.