The Cinque Terre National Park…in Disarray

You know I love Italy. And because of that, its exasperating bureaucracy and inability to purge corruption from its civil servants “cuts my heart” (as people say here). The current scandal rocking the Cinque Terre National Park is a good example of persistent corruption. (I’ll talk bureaucracy in my next post.) Here’s a sidebar I just added to the next edition of my guidebook on the region:

Since its creation in 1999, the Cinque Terre National Marine Park has brought lots of good things to the area: money (visitors pay about €5 a day to hike the trails), new regulations to protect wildlife, and improved walkways, trails, beaches, breakwaters, and docks. There are park-sponsored information centers and even tiny folk museums.

The vision of the park was exciting ‘ everyone united and thinking creatively for the good of nature, the local communities, and their many visitors. The park administrators were well on their way to creating something truly unique in Europe. But, as is so often the case in Italy, the men entrusted to lead were corrupted by power and money. And, rather than stop them, many of those under the park leaders scrambled to win their favor and get in on the job security and easy money. The result is a vision in shambles and a park in disarray.

The park was run by its president, Franco Bonanini, a powerful man ‘ nicknamed “The Pharaoh” for his grandiose visions. In a personal visit a couple years ago, he conned me into thinking he really was a visionary committed to the region and its precious park.

But Bonanini created a medieval-style system of favorites and enemies, with the help of Riomaggiore’s mayor, and others. Starting and stopping construction projects, funneling money here and there, and extorting people to preserve their power, this cabal derailed the park vision. In 2011 they were removed from power, but the damage had been done. The good ideas of the park (info offices, baggage deposits, mountain-bike opportunities, little museums, elevators for the infirm, and even maintenance of the trails) have been scuttled.

Today, Bonanini is out of power, and the park’s run by a man from the central government whose vision for a fix, it seems, is to run the park as a business. But a park is a park, not a business. Ironically ‘ and sadly, for the residents ‘ using the park to wring money out of visitors while giving little back is not good for the livelihoods of the region’s hard-working residents. So, for 2012, no one knows exactly how the park will or will not be functioning. Thankfully, the villages and dramatic land between them are bigger than any corrupt modern-day pharaoh. For the latest on the park, see www.parconazionale5terre.it.

What does all this mean to the visitor? Not much. The Cinque Terre is still my favorite stretch of Mediterranean coastline. The people are endearing. The food, culture, and nature are uniquely enjoyable. I just thrill at the thought of people working together for a grand and noble vision that helps a community’s economy by wisely treating a park as a park, rather than making a park a business. And so far, the Cinque Terre has failed in that regard.

Make My Travel Dream Come True

Dear Back Door travelers,

While in the Cinque Terre the other day, as I was enjoying a Mediterranean sunset with a bunch of happy travelers from all over our beautiful country, it occurred to me that my Facebook friends and blog followers could help me make a travel-teaching dream of mine come true. In March of 2012 I hope to take my Europe Through the Back Door travel lecture on the road, visiting 20 cities in 20 days as I drive diagonally across the USA, from Seattle to Florida. I’m looking forward to exploring my own country along the way, and in my three weeks on the road I want to meet as many people as possible in towns I’ve never seen. I’ve been giving my talks in the country’s biggest cities for 20 years. Now I’d like to meet travelers in the Spokanes, Fresnos, Peorias, and Charlottes of our country ‘ provided they’re roughly on my diagonal route. Would you like me to stop in your city or town? If so, pass this idea on to an organization that could put together an event with at least 800 attendees. Universities, city lecture series, town halls, libraries, civic organizations, churches ‘ I’d love to meet you in any of these spots. If you think such an event would be doable in your hometown, send your suggestions to my publicist at media@ricksteves.com.

Thanks, Rick

Italy’s Ready to Be Your Friend

Rick Updates His Florence GuidebookI’ve been in Italy exactly a month, and I’m struck by how Italy gets intimate with its visitors. Nowhere else in Europe does a country share its quirky secrets like here. And, even though I don’t speak the language, I make more friends here per visit than in any other country. Anyone can do it. That must be why so many Americans marry into this culture.

I feel at home in Italy, whether struggling onto a crowded bus in Rome, enjoying the same birdsong Francis did in Assisi, sipping a cocktail overlooking Siena’s Il Campo, sitting on the banister of Florence’s Ponte Vecchio for a midnight street-music concert, or sharing a quiet moment on the harbor with a chef done with a long day of cooking in the Cinque Terre’s Vernazza.

Italy is a land ripe with people who want to connect. On the trail, I marvel at the dry stone walls and a man tells me he’s a stoneworker at heart: He says he has “stone in [his] blood.” A local guide explains his theory that women on cruise ships drool a lot because plastic surgery has made their lips big, but numb. I tell a student in a cafe that the CIA has killed Osama bin Laden, and the student says, “Yes, the same people who created him.” A woman at breakfast says, “For an Italian, it is heart-cutting to pay taxes.” Talking with a couple in an enoteca, the woman tells me that any older man with no ring is trouble. Her husband says, “We Italian men are good hunters, because our women are so complicated and hard to conquer.” When I ask the woman in the tobacco shop what it’s like to live in Vernazza, a harbor town of 400 people, she says, “It’s a big high school, but we’re all different ages.”

On your next trip to Italy, assume locals find you interesting. Connect. Share. They have a story to tell. Italy has a story to tell.

A Lonely Train Ride to Rome

Riding the four-hour train from La Spezia to Rome was actually lonely. Paying extra to get away from crowds was entirely unnecessary. Thumbing through my Cinque Terre book, now filled with its changes for the 2012 edition, was like a celebration. I learned so much in four days in paradise, and it’s all massaged into the new edition.

If you can’t see the video below, watch it on YouTube.

Chatting with Chef Claudio in Vernazza

While Vernazza is inundated with tourists in the middle of the day, by 10 p.m. it’s nearly a ghost town ‘ just a stray cat, the village wanderer, and the boys at the restaurant winding up a hard day of serving great food. Chef Claudio at Gambero Rosso sends his best wishes to all the Americans who keep this town employed.

If you can’t see the video below, watch it on YouTube.