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As we head out of town, the skies (which previously had so dilligently guarded the condensation therein) finally relented to the swelling pressure, and the rain began it's descent. Coming in waves as we drive the convoluted streets into the town of Camogli (that's pronounced ca-MO-yee, with maybe the faintest hint of and 'L' between the "MO" and the "yee"), the rain finally lets up and becomes a drizzle as I execute the finest parallel parking job in history, coming within inches of the rough stone wall on the narrow winding road down into town. This is, of course, after driving down into the town once, not finding parking (or even being sure that we were in the right place), driving out of the town, looking at the crude map of Camogli given by the hotel, firing up the GPS, inputting an intersection as the destination, and following the GPS back to where we were. Of course, this finely executed parking job was a bit too far from town. Sooooo, we get back in the car, drive to some free parking lots and find our first SUV-like vehicle mostly parked in it's space, but not enough to allow us to park in the only remaining space in the two free lots. I'm not ready to give in to the pay-lot yet, so we start heading back to our original spot on the hill and find one a bit closer. After deftly parking yet again, we head into the soggy (but currently drying) town. We start into the quaint, quiet town down a tall and narrow street. Not much happening here other than the occasional puddle. We decide to take a long steep staircase down toward the sea. As we enter the sea-front road and begin to pass some shops, nature decides to oblige our unconcious desire for more water and the clouds begin to relieve themselves. On us. A lot. The beginning of Noah's flood is too much for us to bear anylonger (especially with no umbrella), and we duck under the closest shop awning. Hey look! It's a gelateria! I resist, but Nancy gives in. We sit on a bench outside the gelateria, Nancy licking away at her single scoop on a cone, for several minutes. Through the deluge, we watch as people walk by covered by blankets, towels and (occasionally) an unbrella. Apparently we're not the only ones unprepared. Deciding that we can't sit there and eat gelato all day in the rain, much as we may like to, we make a dash in the rain to the next awning. Hey look! It's a bar! Nancy resists, but I give in. Well, on second thought Nancy has a beer too. We get our drinks and some procciutto and a basket of semi-edible bread. The proprietor turns on some music on a DJ rig and Santana begins to fill the air in a hip-hop remix. Not bad... but the bread leaves us wanting. Finishing out drinks, we press on into what is now a drizzle. Without the pressure of trying to stay dry, we hit a few shops (read: Nancy hits a few shops as I tag along). Knick-knack here, scarf there we go through pretty much everything the seaside has to offer. Looking at the time, we start thinking about dinner.

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