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Saturday, August 29, 2009

"Ora et labora" (pray and work) is St. Benedict's Rule. But few know this saint whereabouts at the time in which he founded his order. The homeland of this words is located halfway between Tusany and Romagna, in an area that is now a natrual park, and that I visited in the last day of my vacation.

The trip starts right below Forlì, a relatively big town near San Marino, which is connected to Florence through the Tosco-romagnola street. The first interesting place you meet there is Castrocaro (Pricey Castel), guarding the street. Engraved in a scenario of unpaired beauty, you finally reach San Benedetto, (St. Benedict), in the heart of the National Park of the Casentino's Forests. This is very likely the sight St. Benedict did see while writing the rule.

The Church where the order has been founded is incredibly small, but the original paleochristian nucleus is even smaller; there just the space for a small display containing the fingers of the saint. If you have three or four hours to spend in the area, a visit should be paid to the Acquacheta (silent water) falls. It's a place cited in Dante's Divine Commedy for it's beauty. We didn't have so much time, but this is the river silently flowing besides the church.

Finally, you descend down in the upper Chianti region. A stop to eat wild boar based cuisine is absolutely in order. No where in the world you can eat food like this, and nowhere in the world you can taste it while drinking the local Rùfina red wine, which taints the tongue and lasts longly in your mouth and in your throat after you drink it.

My dream vacation ended on a bench of Prato (Lawn) Railway Station, north of Florence, where you wait the trains cherished by warm winds, sighting the last rolling hills of the Appenino mountains.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Again, a short account of my daily trip.

Today we took a trip down in the north part of a region called "Marche" (Marquis lands). Up to about 150 years ago, this area was under the temporal dominion of the Church, and this area was its north landmark, called "Montefeltro" (Cushion Mountains). This area is known to be one of the most beautiful landscapes in Italy, pointed with sharp mountains raising up to 1400 mt. and rolling hills fiercely farmed through the millennia. Bravely facing San Marino, the last, mighty Fortress of Saint Leo held safe the farthest lands of the Popes. The Forthres, built in the late part of the Renaissance, was so militarily effective that it played a major role enven in World War II. Yet, this place is famous to have been the jail of the Giuseppe Balsamo, Count of Cagliostro. The Church condemned him to be buried alive in this cell; the door of the cell was sealed before he was sent there and he was cast down in it through a trapdoor in the ceiling, through which he was also fed.

We then reached Pennabilli, where the Dalai Lama paid back a visit to the hometown of a monk that visited Tibet in 1600 (and making a bit of proselytes there). The place where a Tibetan bell and some prayer rolls have been placed resembles a corner of Tibet itself; just, a bit greener.

We then crossed the Carpegna pass at 1007 mt., and went down to the Lake of Mercatale (Marketplace) and Sassocorvaro (Raven-grabber stone). In some magical landscape that cannot be told, but just seen, crossing roads right through the crest of the mountains, we reached the Fortress City of Urbino (a merge of late Latin and early Italian meaning "Citadel", "little city"), now practically a University Town (and as such, lively with students and pulsing with culture and youth). I made quite a long set of shots, but the fascinating part of the town here is the contrast between the massive buildings and the landscape on which they are laid down. There isn't a single meter running horizontal; you're constantly climbing and descending steep waypaths. In this short, just let me summarize the impact of the majestic buildings through the front "false entrance" of the Duke Palace, built just to face the valley, as the real entrance is on the other side, and a way mark stating that this alley is called "Turn of Death street". Every stone must have an interesting story to tell here.

We then came back to San Marino; after all, still a very Italian place, as you can tell from this pizza restaurant, where we had one of the best pizzas in our life. Just, as delightful as Italy may be, if it were just run thoughtfully.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

I casually found out I am stopping at the trendiest facility in San Marino: the Vintage Hotel (with a trendy reception). Here's a shot of the my trendy room, with a view of my trendy bathroom. I'll have more shots of this trendy place tomorrow, so you'll know better what i mean.

Also, I am bit tired to write a decent reportage of what I am doing here, so, for now I will just show you the restaurant where I ate tonight, a typical local house, half dug in the mountain and half made of mountain rocks.

But the most intriguing thing about San Marino is that the it's the ancientest Republic in the world, and it proudly bears a single word as a Motto on their national Insigna: Libertas (Freedom). So much that it hails visitors with welcome signs stating "Welcome to the Ancient Land of Freedom."

With the rock of their mountain, and the braveness of their arm, San Marino people conquered their freedom, and they kept it high above everything, as they proudly want you to know at every step you take in their country, and as this photo summarizes.

I took something around 400 photos just today... and I have visited just half of the central part of San Marino Town, the capital of the state. Every stone here deserves a photo, for how dense it is with history and beauty, and freedom. So, I have many stories to tell. Many.

More tomorrow.

Hello world!

I am getting my first day off in years, and spending it with my parents and my wife visiting one of the wonders of the world. The Republic of San Marino, a little state fully surrounded by Italy.

Will write more tonight.

Have fun, world!

Saturday, August 08, 2009

There's who says that it's "just another language", and thus, "useless", but I got users pretty loving it.

This is a chat log from our channel:

ago 08 16:01:23 olefowdie also, the package manager I told you I was creating will now probably become the basis for yet another linux distribution... and I am trying to think of more stuff i could write for it in falcon pl...
ago 08 16:01:35 olefowdie since falcon is secretly the code for the whole friggin universe.
ago 08 16:01:36 jonnymind olefowdie: I love you.
ago 08 16:01:57 olefowdie I bet there are aliens secretly stealing wifi access from ISS just to grab copies of Falcon.
ago 08 16:02:43 olefowdie jonnymind: i will as soon more is working
ago 08 16:03:46 olefowdie I wonder... you know if martians exist, they probably have a secret underground shrine to FalconPL
ago 08 16:03:50 jonnymind heheh
ago 08 16:03:57 jonnymind :-))
ago 08 16:04:36 olefowdie ... and I bet that God's rendering engine for the universe is written in FalconPL- proof = duck bill platapus (just as versatile in feature listings)
ago 08 16:05:50 * btiffin ( è entrato in #falcon
ago 08 16:06:48 jonnymind *this one is going on my blog
ago 08 16:07:01 olefowdie lol.