Provinces, traditionally, are perhaps the most characteristic and distinctive localities in Italy and Europe. They symbolize the reality which encompasses the sagas of the individual families as well as the backdrop of those whom themselves made history; and by History we mean that of the authentic variety, the kind which is painstakingly sewn, grown and forged day-by-day during the times of peace, as well as the kind found packaged and trussed-up in the annals for future commemoration.
Exploring the provincia means getting truly in communication with the most profound essence of a nation. At least in Europe. Big capitals amplify a 'national trait' mixing those caleidoscopic diversities that are built in each and any European national identity.
It's easy to find a capital on any tourist guide, who has been to Rome has surely visited Coliseum, Saint Peter, hanged about the streets of Trastevere, took some picture at the Spanish Steps and threw the coins in the Trevi Fountain. Walked in wonder through the Imperial Forums feeling like tracing the steps of ancient Romans and repeating the same actions performed ages ago.
Well, if this hypothetic tourist would have slightly varied his or her route, travelled on a urban or suburban bus, he or she would have been catapulted to the very heart of Italy, in one of the many places civilly dwelt for at least three milleniums, well before Romolus and Remus were nursed by the lady wolf.
Places seeping stories to listen around the fireplace, relaxing in the thermal waters springs surrounded by trees and hills, relishing one of the many typical dishes boozy with sincere and pure local wine, or walking within the burghs, the woods, the castles and the monuments miraculously unspoiled.
All that is going to be the topic of this blog.
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