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Traffic jams on the roads of Italy.  A typical Italian view.  To my embarrassment, I had no idea the state of San Marino even existed until one day I was playing, yet again, “guess the flag” on my iPhone. I was shown a map and a flag and offered four country names to choose from. The map showed a red pimple right on the territory of Italy. Out of the four names, only San Marino sounded even remotely Italian. And that’s how we met. San MarinoMap
June San Marino is approximately the same size as Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, Monaco, Vatican City or Andorra. A castle on a hill surrounded by a few duty-free shops.  Blue zebra crossings (like in Toledo).  A bit of sanctioned street art.  Garbage separation.  How timely—garbage being carried out through the city gates.  Tall gray trash cans.  The country has its own license plates.  A fire hydrant.  The post boxes are exactly like the ones in Italy, only painted white. There are probably about 20 of them in the entire country.  A bus stop.  The fog descends abruptly.  And lifts just as quickly.  Step on the gas a little bit—and you’re no longer in San Marino. |
