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Even though there was a disco somewhere below my room and within near proximity, I still managed a decent nights sleep. I was in bed by ten. We walked this small town, stopping here and there. We looked for a pizza place recommend in Frommers but it was closed. Instead we found another.
This morning I walked up the hill to the church and saw to the east the sun was breaking over the horizon. An old backpacker with bright white hair was chanting to the rising sun. In English but unintelligible.