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And others from neighboring towns left with them. Padre Fuensalida says that one hundred years before the Spaniards came to these kingdoms they fled from.

The local market on Calle Mercado is lit. The vendors? Dope. Their banter feels like a wild dance. I even encountered a street musician near Plaza del Encanto. His tunes? Bomb! Each note carries passion n’ everything real.

Kipchoge takes on Kiprop in Elgóibar