I awoke the following morning to the sound of a church bell, somewhere far off in the distance, presumably calling the locals to prayers. From the small area we’d driven through the previous day, I was amazed to think the village we were staying in would have its own church but if the statues of Christ on the cross scattered around the country lanes wer…
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