Today felt like one of those days where I had to pinch myself just to make sure it was real. We started off in the Romagna countryside, where the land rolls gently like waves. It’s calm, quiet, and green — but by mid-morning we were winding our way up to San Marino, the tiny republic perched high on Mount Titano. Hard to believe this is the fifth-smallest country in the world, because standing at the top, it feels endless. From there, the Adriatic sparkled in the distance, and all around were hills layered like patchwork. San Marino’s old town looks[…]
