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San Marino, San Marino

A travel blog entry by pink-obsessed

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... Its capital is the City of San Marino. San Marino has the smallest population of all the members of the Council of Europe.
San Marino is the oldest surviving sovereign state and constitutional republic in the world, as the continuation of the monastic community founded on 3 September 301, by stonecutter Marinus of Rab. Legend has it that Marinus left Rab, then the ...

Gubbian Gastronomy

A travel blog entry by sean_emily

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... of the most widely used of fresh herbs. Pan fried chicken with sage is a typical Italian second course. Italian cuts of meat are cut much thinner compared with larger than life American counter parts. It's much easier to cook it until it's tender and juicy being so thin, never dry.


Ingredients:


  • 4 thin cut chicken breast
  • 4 tablespoons olive oil
  • 4 ...

An Umbrian Excursion

A travel blog entry by sean_emily

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... where his tomb lies. On his arrival in Gubbio the story tells, S. Francis learned of a terrible wolf that had been gobbling up residents on excursions outside the city walls. Of course S. Francis was able to calm and tame the wolf with his gifted powers of communication with animals.

Assisi was a day long side trip that we made with the Canadian friends we had met at our last farm near Valfabricca. The winding path to Assisi was ...

Tales from the Old Republic

A travel blog entry by ditchthecube

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Another day, another day trip, this time to San Marino, the world's oldest republic. The country sits high on a hill and is inaccessible by train. We rode to Rimini and then hopped on a special bus that goes from across the street from the train station to the old part of San Marino.

The bus only runs every 75 minutes or so in the winter time and a crowd of tourists develops next to the bus stop sign. A woman showed up ...

Mazzaforte: England in Italy?

A travel blog entry by rootsandroutes

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... provided the household with most of its egg supply, but their instinct to ruin freshly-dug borders slightly dampened our enjoyment. For some time, one of the hens, Lily, had been leading the family, helpers and friends on a quest to find a secret spot where she laid her eggs. Surveillance of her movements and occasional clucks and squawks proved largely fruitless, and by the time we left the house, we were forced, reluctantly, to admit defeat.

Moving on to our ...