I down the last of my water, washing away the dry bread from the bland sandwich I had just purchased. I stash the Cherry X-plosion in my pocket and hurry out the door and onto the streets of Gubbio. Like a child I run back down to the shops filled with replica crossbows, suits of armor, and swords; like a child once again I turn away disappointed as all the shops have closed for their afternoon breaks. I stroll back up to the open square in front of a cathedral turned museum and await the arrival of my fellow travelers. Once we've regrouped we head to the lift that will take us up the mountain. The lift is painted a dark green and each small "birdcage" is so small only two regular sized people or one Viking can ride in it. When it's my turn to glide up the mountain in the terrifying lift there's no time to think because the cages never stop, I have to jump into it as it's still moving. It seems I can't grip the thin iron supports tight enough but if the steel cable above my head snaps it would make no difference. All I can do is hold on tight and hope I can reach the top of the mountain and devour my Cherry X-plosion with my feet safely on the ground.
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