We left Italy for the small country of San Marino. Here were our experiences throughout the day:
This train number is 666! Should we be nervous? There is a lot happening in the world. Bunker busting bombs? Overtourism? Mercurial U.S. President?
I fell asleep until I awoke to a tantrum outburst from a cute but loud preschooler. This was the first of many.
Frecciarossa High Speed Train: Milan to Rimini – 2 hours and 6 minutes after a 40-minute layover in Milan.
Rob was trying to put my bag overhead, and my full metal water bottle came tumbling down near a lady … fortunately, it hit the armrest, but it made a huge bang. She said something, but it wasn’t English!!
Bus: Rimini to San Marino – 45 minutes. There was a 45-minute layover, and it gave us enough time to take a short walk to the bus. Ciao, Rimini!
After 45 minutes of driving uphill, we arrived in the historic part of San Marino. Ciao (in this case, hello), San Marino!!
A straight uphill drag with suitcases to our hotel was our final destination. (We learned later that there was a small train that takes people up and down and runs every 15 minutes until 9:30pm.)
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