I wake up for the second time this morning and step off the bus onto Gubbio stones. I feel drowsy and slow, the weather seems to mirror me as the rain makes walking on the cobblestones a dangerous endeavor. An espresso and friendly conversations wake me up and prepare me for the tours of holy places. Saint Francis sits with his wolf, watching over the entrance to the basilica, his eyes are on God but I feel his gaze burning into me. The Gothic Cathedral is made up of huge rows of pillars, forming pointed arches that hold up the church. Our group moves further up into Gubbio, cobblestones digging into our already sore feet. Danela leads us to a fountain and starts to tell us about it's crazy history. The crossbow museum holds my attention, there's a display of empty archer gear and a worn wooden crossbow. I walk away with my companions, disappointed that the museum wasn't on the tour.
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