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As time passed, the guests who were at first
inhibited and polite became lively and exuberant. We finished our coffee.
As we left the dining hall, we passed a monk who was playing a solitary
card game that we had never seen. Others were laughing about a story that
was being told.
We walked into the garden of the monastery and
paused to look up at the brilliant array of stars that came out for us
that night. The city of Sansepolcro glowed beneath us. Our arrival had
been complete. Italy had greeted us with her open arms once again.
Checkout the in the morning was simply a
matter of finding our bearded host and handing him an amazingly small
number of Lire. With a radiant smile, he wished us a pleasant journey and
invited us to return again someday. We were on our way, having seen a
dimension of Tuscany that many do not.
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