I sit, as if frozen in time, listening to the waves crash against the high cliffs. When I manage to break out of the trance these sounds create, I look over my shoulder at the twinkling lights of Vernazza. They remind me of an array of precious stones adorned throughout the ancient village. Another day in the beautiful village of Vernazza ends as the sun slips below the horizon. I cannot help but think I am blessed to be able to see such an amazing sight.