San Marino is located in the Le Marche region of Italy, but you’d better not try to use a regular stamp here because, like the Vatican, it’s a sovereign state. According to Wikipedia, it was founded in 301AD, making it the “oldest recorded sovereign state and constitutional republic in the world”. Ditto for its constitution, enacted in 1600. Not bad for a country that measures 60km with 30,000 citizens calling it home. This independent streak is what prompted Paul and Eric to set up a weekend in Italy’s second rebel state.
It’s a lovely hilltop town, with two towers (and possibly more, who could tell?) but our first day there was a blur. Make that a mist. Fog so thick, you couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead of you. There was also rain.
Not expecting cold, wet weather, this Mother of the Year had gingerly dressed Phoebe (and myself) in light winter duds, made of comfy cotton. Again, not great. Really, is San Marino so independent that they have their own weather system?
So, we did what you do when you’re touring a town at dinner time: we wandered the streets looking for a restaurant. An open restaurant. When we finally happened upon one that was serving, we were the only people there. Never a good sign. And it wasn’t.
Foiled, we made our way back to the car. Alex alternated between entertaining us with songs and pacifier retrieval duty (which is what happens when you sit by “Sweet Baby Phoebe”) and the adults made a new plan.
Went went back the on Sunday and…
what a difference a day makes!