Gothic Line Prayer Journey Day 16 -- WERE DONE!!!!

We have arrived to the day of completing the mandate the Lord had set on our hearts in 2008 when we were first introduced to the Gothic Line. Life became a priority  but our obedience stayed intact, and it is today that we bring to fulfillment to that which was put on our hearts for this Nation 5 years ago.

Our destination was known to us, our purpose was known to all of the spiritual realm and so we set in motion  the finalization of the mandate that God has brought to us, this truly was our break through year.  

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We arrived and discovered that the road was good enough to travel on for some time before we decided to park and walk, this was good news to us. As we walked the day became very warm but we had a lot of shade by the many trees along the roadway,  thank you Father.  We were surprised at the amount of traffic (cars and people) that were on this route. There were more people than we had seen on the whole entire trip from coast to coast, it was kind of nice to have company as it is so strange to be the only 2 people in a forest.

I woke up with an expectation of a big finish but it was a subdued kind of day no big fanfare just us walking up to Mount Verruca, breaking bread and taking back the land for the kingdom.  The walk was a bit long but the mount itself was nothing spectacular, just another strategic point.

We saw remnants of war but it was all overgrown and no access to anything, but the Lord knows what we accessed amen. Since it wasn't marked we decided to call our Gothic Line expert.  Since it was a Saturday, we weren't sure he would even be around, or that we would get reception up here on the mountain but both were available.  He assured us that we were on the right mountain and that in fact there was no access to the top of it, just the side that we were on.  Oh and Guido finally asked his name.  I think we must have talked to him at least a dozen times without any names exchanged.  He is called Luca.  

Joyce quickly found part of the trench that the Germans had dug and started walking down into it and found a spot to pray.  Like I said, it was hot out even though we started early, but being inside the forest it wasn't unbearable.  As we started to pray I (Joyce) was thinking, ok Father God, how you going to pull off fog on a completely sunny cloudless day.  What sign would the Lord provide?  A cool wind started blowing, we actually felt cold. Oh Father you always show up with your presence, and what a sweet presence it was.  Once we were done, we headed back out to the road and decided to take a stroll for fun ( if you can imagine that) to see if we could get back to the last place we prayed.  We were told the paths would meet up .  We did end up getting to the Crest and saw the places from across the valley where we had been a week before. We had walked the full crest of the Mountain and that was cool.  Somehow the mountain seemed a little less creepy and almost peaceful.  The word that Guido had for the day was "stupendous" and boy was it ever.

   
Me taking a picture of the knoll with the broken down house on our way to Mt. Vitigliano from a week before.

After walking past the Crest we ended up back in the deep woods and came to a point of real en pass.  Up till now we had been on a road that you could be driving on if you had a 4x4 or a tractor, but then it came to a point that even the tractor had to stop and turn around.  We were looking at 2 possible ways of climbing up to see if we could get to the last point we had prayed on Mt. Vitigliano but decided we were done, tired and weren't really that curious after all.  We still had about 3 hours to walk back.

I heard voices shouting in the distance, over the sound of our worship music and I asked if Guido had heard it.  He said he couldn't because the music was in his backpack behind his ear, so he shut it off.  Then he could hear it too, a man shouting "Andiamo" (let's go) and sounds of a lot of people moving really fast, but from where, there were only 2 trails which we were considering walking up, so we thought maybe they were coming up from the road we just came up.  I felt frightened at first because this is hunting territory and I didn't want to get shot at, then I thought we are out here in a remote place in the woods, way past any people that  (nearly an hour back), then it quickly turned into curiosity as to who the heck was up here running around with a group of people and being so noisy, they were obviously in a hurry to get somewhere so maybe a trekking group.

We starting fast walking back down the road thinking we would run into them but just as suddenly as they came they went and the less than 30 seconds of loud noise was gone.  We looked down the valley on both sides and there was no one to be seen, and there were no tracks in the mud on the road we were on as possibly they came out of the mountain from a side ridge we had just past.  Who were these men, and I say men because other than the ruffle of noise of lots of people, the only voice we heard was one man urging them on in a fast past.  Guido said he thought he saw some shadows of men running down the ridge but where did they go and how could they have just vanished without a trace or a sound.  Maybe military doing some training, which certainly would explain their stealth disappearance.  We can hear everything up there as it is totally silent, not even birds except the occasional cuckoo in the distant from the local cuckoo bird.

By now we are really at a fast pace to catch up with them since they didn't go down the sides of the mountain as we have clear view but we never caught up with them, nor heard them again.  It did at that point make us feel really weird.  I mean we don't believe in ghost stories or anything like that, but 1000's of men died in these mountains during the war.  That was the whole reason for some of this walk.  The ground calls out for vengeance, but to think you would hear the sound of a platoon running through the woods is really not something we would entertain, but if we were given to these types of thoughts, it would certainly be a great ghost story.

So all said and done, we are done and despite the fact that it didn't rain, no thunder and no earthquakes we have little to show for what we have done except to know that things sown in the spiritual realm do have a cause and effect in the natural, so we wait to see what fruit will come from our labors.  I won't be climbing any mountains anytime soon and certainly no just for the fun of it, but I'm not throwing away my walking stick just yet because you never know what the Lord is going to ask us to do.  There is still many more mountains that battles took place during the War, however this is the area we were called to pray for and until we hear otherwise we are done.

Gothic Line Prayer Journey 15

Good Morning Jesus!!!!.  After a stormy night with plenty of discouraging rain we awoke at 5:00 am to face the elusive Alpi di Vitigliano and Mt. Citerna,  but first we must contend with the unfriendly mountain man who won't let us park across from his house.  He tells us it is private property so he sends us up the mountain road to park. 5:30 and he is already up chasing off people.  Apparently the locals say he has a reputation for non grace behaviour, but God's grace prevails and a good parking spot in the bushes presents itself right away, because you really need a 4 wheel drive to be on this road.  

Easy enough path with some spots filled with water from the rain the night before and nicely marked until we hit the "UP" part of the trail.  Until now we have been walking on private property, which must be Mountain Mans which he has to share with the Forest Service (just must kill him to do this).  It has a really nice valley area full of Chestnut trees with clearly marked "Do not pick the Chestnut or the Mushrooms" everywhere.  But this UP part of the trail has not been tended to for a long time and is no longer private property, it is just the mountain and it is filled with rotten fallen trees ( which you need to crawl through) uneven paths, rocks, low trees, bugs and all kinds of things you would find in a forest that no one (but us) goes through. 

 So we finally  make our way to Mt Citerna and sure enough it really is only about an hour into the walk.  This Mt. actually looked liked a moon scape scene.  Perfect landing spot for lots of German troops to see in all directions and set up camp.  We prayed, staked  in a crack in the rock (because there was no dirt) and broke bread.  I stood for awhile just watching Joyce interceding for the nation and proclaiming forgiveness for what was done in the war.  It really is so surreal to be doing this.

 We move on because we have to get up there and back down in time to meet our guests.  No goofing around.  I (Joyce) still do not feel up to speed but I have a goal and it is in sight.  All I can say is that the next hour was like none we have experienced this whole journey.  We now saw why this place was the most elusive, it was like uncharted area.  This section was beyond the normal fallen  trees and over growth.  It had a spirit of "DO NOT ENTER".  Well we went in with the glory of the Lord and made way where others do not go very often.  We were sopping wet from walking through tall grass, covered in all kinds of bugs and things,  ducking overgrown trees and stuff and walking on the crest of mountains.  This is very cool, where there is nothing between you and the valley and a little frightening at the same moment should you slip on really sleek ground after a good nights rain.

 

We pushed on through and ended up where there was a broken down house and what would be a very nice lawn area if some one would mow the grass, lol.  We thought we had arrived, there was even a trench Joyce was tromping through, I even was shooting video and we were getting ready to drive our stake when Joyce thought she should check it out on the Internet because it wasn't like there was a sign to say, you've arrived.  I (Joyce) saw  quite of bit of mountain still above us and we had only been walking 2 hours.  To my surprise I had service, which I rarely do up on the mountains, which is also very strange to me because isn't that where all the antennas are?  Anyhow I google it and we had not yet arrived.  Aggghhh.  

 

Onward and upward.  This part now was no joke.  We were really on the edge of the mountainside at one point where you couldn't even stand with both your feet together and we had to walk leaning uphill.  Thankfully that was only about 100 ft or so, but still I'm (Joyce) thinking, that's a long slide down, and I'm not up to having to walk back up.  We have to hack through some overgrown bushes and another fallen tree and thigh high grass again and finally we make it back into a forest like from the day before.  I'm thinking, were we really this close to almost being there, nahhh but we were differently back to more the forest scene, tall trees with no sunlight and about 6 to 8 inches of leaves covering the forest floor.  How could 3 mountains only an hour separated on foot be totally different in scenery?  One minute your in a thick forest, next on the face of the moon and then back to what looks like hillside vegetation?

Eventually we arrived at Alpi di Vitigliano having fought the elements, physical and spiritual to arrive.  The fog rolled in right as we got there, we broke bread, staked claim and just stayed and tarried in His presence.  We were praising the Lord, weeping and didn't want to leave and yes Joyce even got her sign, the sun shone through in what had become a very cloudy day upon our arrival to the stone house an hour back. Love it when the Lord shows up amen.  It only took us 2 hours to get down and off the mountain and rained on & off.  Made a quick and timely phone call to our house guests who were just about to get on a train heading in the wrong direction when Joyce called.  We literally arrived back to our house and were walking to the gate when our guests arrived also.  We had such a wonderful time with Amanda, her Mom Danielle and her Dad Thomas from Florida.  Love that you can meet people for the first time (her parents) and be so knitted together.  Our Christian family rocks!  So excited to part of the ever expanding Kingdom amen.

  Now only one more mountain to do.

Gothic Line Prayer Journey 14

This mountain range brings into play the saying "If at first you don't succeed, try,try again". After the first attempt which was thwarted by rainy weather and new knowledge of it's difficulty, we returned and gave it a second try.  This time from another city above it, with the idea of walking down to it as suggested by our faithful phone contact (still don't know his name).  So upon arrival we were told by one gentleman to go just a little further up the mountain to a little town called Farafetta.  There are so many mountains in this range, we have no clue which one is ours, but were pretty positive that the giant one staring at us more than likely is our mountain. God was faithful again providing people along the way like arrows, to point us in the right direction until you get to the last person which has three maps and lots of details and has been there. 

So full of info and pretty clear directions, of we go down into the valley. I'm starting to dislike the going down into the valley part because there is always a going back up part  and boy did we go up.  We hadn't gotten far and Joyce started to break down (the attack) overheating (wasn't hot out), stomach ache, winded like we had been climbing a steep mountain but we were only 5 minutes in.  We decided to eat our sandwiches now instead of continuing our fast of fruit only, hoping this would help.  It didn't, but true to form she plowed through and eventually overcame the set back and up we went into areas of fallen trees, over grown grass, mud ,oh did I mention somewhat poorly marked paths, ticks,  low branches and going up weaving across rocky water runoffs that thankfully were dry, but sleek with moss, we finally arrived 3 hours later at the top of  Femmina Morta. All along the way we saw signs of the war, foxholes, bunkers and when we got to the top what seemed like a command post or what was left of it.  We staked claim, broke bread proclaimed that the Kings kids have arrived to break down the enemies altars and set up the Kings place.

Now at this point there were 4 ways we could go to get to our anticipated next peaks of Alpi di Vitigliana  & Mount Verruca but we did not find the Green Marker sign telling us which way to go.  We took pictures of the map but when your up there, and you can't see the sun through the trees, you have no clue which way is which.  We needed 00, but all that was there was 19.  Should we keep going straight, which went down, and I'm sure back up again, or to the right, or to the left on 19?  I wrote down sign numbers and had 19 but crossed it off when the guy pulled out yet another map. Maybe 19 will turn into 00.  We started heading left, but Joyce really felt we were walking on the ridge of Femmina Morta so after about 10 minutes we starting heading to the right for about 30 minutes, but it was really heading down hill, getting darker, starting to rain and there were no markers indicating we were heading towards our mountains.  We decided it would be best to get off the mountain instead of wandering ( most likely for hours) hoping to find something that would give us some direction, wisdom prevailed.

So down we went a bit discouraged we couldn't not carry on, because we would have to come back up this way again to finish them or try to hit them from down in the valley on the other side of the mountain range, even though we were told how difficult it would be.  So we decided to continue on with our plan to sleep in our  car and get up real early and do what would have been our last mountain.  We had a student coming with her parents to spend the night so we were kind of going to be under a little time pressure if we didn't get up early so we decided to position ourselves at the base of  Mt Citerna.  

Imagine our surprise when we arrived at the base to find a little trail sign that said 3 hours. Really because on the map it seemed like it was only about 1/2 that time.  Guido decided to park the car and go back and read the sign because he saw something barely visible as well.  He came back and said it was one of the big mountains we missed and it could be reached by this same trail, and that was what was 3 hours away.  Yahooooo.  We parked the car and took a walk through the countryside.  Imagine that after all the walking lol.  What a beautiful sunset to end a really emotionally hard day.

Gothic Line Prayer Journey day 13 or Day 7 Revisited

We returned to Mt Bucciana because if you can recall we just fell short of where we needed to be.  We set out from Poggio Ciciablo after calling our source, who we still don't know his name, only his cell number.  And just like he said, follow the marker to a certain point and then start looking for blue marks on trees.  Sure enough we had seen these blue marks when we were in this area last time but had no clue what they meant.  What he failed to to tell us was that after meandering along the ridge and then in the mountains at a very light and easy pace that this deviation from the normal trail markers would be a long steep journey (Joyce had some problems keeping upright). We found many markers along the way that made this place very easy to find.

  You can get where your going if you have the right directions right.  Finally after a pretty grueling climb we arrived at 1223 mt. It was so cold up there that we had to put on our scarves  Pretty amazing since it is now May 31st and should be well into the 80's by now.

We had a great time there praying and reconciling the land back to the Lord. The Kings Kids have arrived. there was a sign in box for those who wanted to leave a message and another shrine to the saints. We staked our claim prayed and had church.

Joyce says she still hates to hike in the mountains, specially when she keeps sliding down them, but apparently there is no place she would rather be than with me and wherever the Lord tells her to go.

GothicLine Prayer Journey Day 12

Good Morning Lunano.  We awoke to a beautiful day, drove our stake and started the car in anticipation of our day and finding a coffee place.  What we weren't in anticipation of was the little nagging sound the muffler was making.  It was grumbling so we started to ask around if there was anyone who could take a look and maybe fix it. We were given directions to one place so we went.   I have learned to take some directions literally and turned up a road that was a little off and Joyce said "this is the kind of road that will knock off the muffler" and right then, pop off it came dangling, so I proceed to take it the rest of the way off.

We sounded like a 60's muscle car. After getting more directions we found a mechanic.  Turns out the first directions were to a ceramic shop, as marmista as Guido asked for is a marble cutter and  we needed a marmittista (muffler guy).  Funny what a few letters can get you here in Italy, lol.  Anyhow the mechanic we did find assured us that it would be OK to drive to where we needed to go, you'll just be noisy and if stopped by the police, just show them the muffler and assure them your getting it fixed when you get home.

So we, with muffler in the back seat, went to a spot on the Line called Bronzo, a small nothing little place but we staked our claim by the local crossroads and were then off  to Auditore.
 

 Auditore is a cute place with a walled castle and church which dates back to the 1400's which was most likely all there was but the view was a 360 of all the valleys.  We walked around the town (literally) broke bread, made our proclamations and off we went to Tavoletta.


Again we find ourselves in the same kind of situation, walled city with a castle.  While we were breaking bread and staking I felt like there was a sense of looking over the shoulders. Not me, but the feeling that the people were always making sure they were not being watched or being sought after knowing they did something wrong and are waiting for the day they would be caught. Joyce added that she saw the priest from up in the castle area looking down almost like he was watching to see if the people were doing what they should be doing. We prayed for repentance for the things that were committed there by the Germans and other forces and moved on to Montefiore Conca.

Montefiore Conca was adorable as it had all the fairytale trappings.  Cute little houses, quaint shops and a castle which was under the kingship of the Malatesta Family at one time.  The thing to notice about all these Castles were that they had the Castle and it's walls and then another wall surround the homes.  There is always an inner court for the powers that be

which served as a fortress and the outer courts.  Kind of like the fortress in Lord of the Rings. 
This castle was built and was fortified for defending the King and the City.  Again the view was outstanding.  You could certainly see why the Nazi's picked this as a strategic point as you could see the sea and the coastal town of Pesaro from this vantage point.  

Mondaino was our next destination but we ran into another one of those roads that because of non use, you could not even walk on it so we needed to drive around to get to it.  Mondaino without sounding redundant was a walled city with a castle on the top of a mountain with views that were breath taking. After a walk around the city and through it we came upon a shop that made and sold a particular kind of cheese which is only produced there. The owner, a young man told us some history and showed us how they make the cheese and of course we got to try some. He also mentioned about some stories he had heard about the war through his grandfather and father
which was nice and somewhat disturbing. Apparently when the American Allied Forces arrived, they were looking for information as to exactly where the
German forces were hunkered down.  The Police chief of Mondaino went and talked to them and they told him that they had intelligence regarding the Germans in his city to which he replied "No they are not here, they are over in Saludecio", which they were, they actually were all over the area, but Mondaino was a headquarters.  With the information from the Chief of Police, the Americans totally razed Saludecio.  Can you imagine, were only talking like 10 km away, fellow Italians, wow. Another thing we found really interesting was how small the doorways were here.  Guido is 6ft and Germans are tall like Guido and taller, so imagine how many hit their heads going into doorways here.  Anyhow we prayed, broke bread and staked our claim and moved on to our next point (which was just down the street) Monte Gridolfo.


 Monte Gridolfo was smaller than the others but the same walled city with a castle.  This place actually had a Gothic Line war museum (which was closed) and had some history and weaponry on display.  Also the views from the place were incredible.  Yes we are seeing a pattern of taking the high places. We made our proclamation and moved on. 

  
 Next was Belvedere Fogliense to stake the Gothic Line.  From them we made our way to Montecchio  which is an industrial town which I had the sense that there was a fear of this place.  I recalled what someone had said, that people would hide when the Todt would come through because they would be taken away to work in the factories as forced labor. This may have well been one of those places.  We prayed against the spirit of fear and proclaimed freedom, broke bread and moved on to Tavullia.

Tavullia was yes another walled mountain top city with a castle.  Since I was running low on stakes I was able to replenish our wood stake supply and take in an another incredible valley scene where a battle was fought. The Lord showed me that the people had a hero (Mario Rossi - Moto GP Champion comes  from these parts) and that The Lord wants to be their hero. We walked around and prayed, made claim and proclaimed Him hero in Tavullia and moved on to Pozzo Alto.



After having learned that poggios meant plateaus and mounts were mountains, I wasn't sure what to expect about Pozzo Alto.  Since pozzo means well and alto means high, was this a high mountain well, or a well on a high mountain?  I also wasn't even sure if we would be

able to find it. Well much to my surprise it was a name of a town which again was walled but minus a castle.  Who knows, maybe it was destroyed at some point in history.  Anyhow this place seemed a little bit more neglected  in comparison to the other walled cities which had some love and care put into them. Pozzo Alto was a back woods kind of  place, still beautiful and again a view that would be worthy of postcards. We walked around this tiny place and broke bread, staked claim proclaimed His kingdom and moved onto the last city of Pesaro. We stopped one more time to stake claim at Borgo S. Maria on the Gothic Line and continued on to our final destination.  

We have arrived at Pesaro.  We have now gone coast to coast.  We walked out onto the beach and drove our stake, took communion and enjoyed the sunshine for a few minutes before heading back home.  It had been a long day, a long 2 weeks and looking forward to getting home, eating and hanging out with Gracie & Oliviah, the 2 students from Florence who came to stay with us.  Now the only thing we have to do is go back to one mountain that we missed (we didn't walk far enough), but that is close to our house and rent a jeep and drive up into a mountain range about 2 hours from our home and then the 1st part of the Gothic Line will be finished.  We will do this before September as we really feel this needs to be done before battlefields are walked in September and the 2nd & 3rd part of the Gothic line is walked & staked as well.  Amazing how fresh and alive this still is and surprisingly there has been a huge increase in tourism to the Gothic Line.  We actually were coming on the tail end of a Bike the Gothic Line event, although I think we might officially be the first to have done this spiritual walk coast to coast, but we won't be the last as there is still much to be done.

Thank you for following our journey and stay tuned, more to follow.

Gothic Line Prayer Journey Day 11

We were good this morning, we were up and ready to roll at 8am on our way to Gattaia the town that would be the entrance point to Mt.Veruca.(yes another Mt. Veruca.  The words we were getting were First Love & Enthusiasm. It rained pretty much the whole time we were driving there and while we were there, asking the locals where the path was for this mountain and subsequent mountains (Alpe di Vitigliano and Femmina Morta) I was told that there was one way in for all three and that it was all walking (at least 7-8 hours in) unless we had a 4x4 and even then it would be difficult because of the rain.  It would be a minimum 14-16 hour round trip journey and only if as the local said "we really walked it fast with purpose".  When asked if there was any other way, he said "a helicopter".  Oh yeah I think I'll take 2 of those lol.

We decided to return at a better time but before we left we found the trail so we would know our starting point for when we return. We also came upon a Beautiful villa that was used for weddings and the such, to get info on a possible ride up the hill in their 4x4 ( still trying to make contact) or even by horseback.  They suggested a carriage ride up or possibly donkeys.  Yeah, get back to you on that one, the donkeys that is. 

There was one more mountain in the area but it didn't seem that anyone know where that one was either although it was close and possibly connected to the others as well.  We decided that we will tackle it when we come back to do this area.  We will have to pray and see what the Lord provides.  We would love to jeep in but the cost to rent vs hiking in and camping (if they allow camping up there) might be our only option at this point.

Onward to Il Muraglione.  It was a little place on the top of a mountain with a restaurant, bar & some rooms for rent and a coffee bar not much except for a massive wall (Il Muraglione which means big wall) and waves of fog, it was cold and windy, so we did not get the full history of this place but the wall was constructed by some king from way back when (1836s) for protection.  We found a cute little spot in the garden, staked our claim and broke bread and moved on.

  Then is was off to Castagno D'Andrea to drive a stake on the Green Line.  No biggie, but boy was there just signs of the war going on there.  Apparently the Todt, (branch of the Germany Military) loved to blow stuff up and make these huge rock mounds and that was certainly the case in this little bitty town.  Everywhere, in every one's yard there were these huge rock outcroppings.  It was really amazing to see.  They look great now with all the grass and moss growing on them, but image what it looked like 70 years ago.

Now according to the map we could quickly drive 6 km across the mountain road to get to Passo Della Calla but to our surprise that road cuts through a National Forest and was blocked off  like the last mountain range  and only used by the Forestry Service & Police. 

So we went to the forestry office there in Castagno D'Andrea and were informed that we had to go down the Mountain and then up the other side. Not a total loss though,  we got to talk with the agent (which there wasn't supposed to be an agent because the office was close) she just happened to be there, God is good. We spoke about of our travels and our prayers and she gave us some info about some ongoing trials of the massacres committed by the German soldiers in this town.  She told us that the Italian police had listened to conversations of soldiers still talking about keeping their stories straight. Crazy stuff fear does because these ex soldiers are up in their late 80's. Within the next 10 to 20 years this whole generation will be gone and all that will remain is memories from the past, good or bad.  There still needs to be lots of healing & forgiveness.  Hopefully this new generation will find peace on both sides so they never repeat this tragic story. So we drive back down the mountain to Stia which is a town right on the Gothic Line and we had forgotten to stake it when we passed through here the first time. So we staked it this time and moved on to Passo Della Calla .

 

Off we drive and when we arrive at this place WOW!! What a perfect stronghold it is, literally where four places meet.  It is a border town not much to look at but an awesome strategic place.  Stake, pray & communion and then we move on.  Did I mention it was freezing up here.  Not like last May when it was hitting temps of 90-95, no it has to be hitting all of 50-55 if were lucky with winds howling and rain on and off.

After driving up and up and up and getting almost wiped out in a curve by a big rig (yeah Guido had to throw the car in reverse and back down the hill because the truck just kept coming down the into our lane) we saw our very first wild boar crossing the road.  Pretty cool, we have seen deer, boar, rabbits & squirrel on this trip.  Took us 7 years before we ever saw a deer here in Italy and in just 2 weeks we have seen a whole bunch of wildlife.  Hoping not to see any wolves though.  Anyhow  we arrived at Passo dei Mandrioli and just as we got there so did our ever present fog.  We walked up to the crest, staked and broke bread and prayed and ran back to the car.  It's like winter out here right now.  What is going on, I thought this was global warming? 

We made way our way to Ospedaletto which was a spot on the Line as well as our next spot Badia Tedalda.   We were so excited that we were making such great headway this day that we decided to continue to what would be our resting place for the night, Lunano.  The scenery along the way was absolutely breathtaking.  At one point after praying we encountered a full rainbow and just past that a beautiful waterfall.  As we finally made it to Lunano and tried to get a place to stay at a B&B, we encountered the most intense sunset that we have seen in a long time.  Remember it has been overcast for all of our trips out.  Awesome for hiking mountains but we sure have been missing the sun.  In any event 80 euros is too much even if they did have a hot tub, tempting but we opted to sleep in our car instead of trying to drive around to find other places.  It was great, Guido made some awesome sandwiches and off to bed we went.  This night we slept like rocks.