Where's the pasta?

A sleep in was rewarded with the kitchen running out of muesli, cornflakes and a variety of other essentials.
Today was a sightseeing, easy type day which started with climbing to the top of a church tower, climbing back down because the door at the top was locked, climbing back up when it was discovered that a woman at the top had been given the key (but wasn't sure what to do with it), and then going back down. GPS watch was excited every time another flight of stairs was recorded (but how does it know?). I believe that today marked the 1000th church we had been into during our European vacation with the Griswalds. 

Not sure what lunch was but it was probably meat and 1 veg, just like all the meals in these parts, and the veg is always hot chips......I think burgers may have been involved.
Then it was off to the stadium and transition to check in the bike and get some kind of idea of which way to run in and out during tomorrow's race, although I feel like I will just follow the guy coming 2nd last and hope he is going the right way.
Bike racked and it was off to the opening ceremony where I came to the conclusion that the Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi is redundant and we need to sing Khe Sanh or Evie, or other iconic songs. 

We marched through the streets to our adoring fans, watched an opening ceremony of dancing and acrobatics and then joined the long queue for our meals (1 complimentary, the other for 15 euros). A spoonful of pasta, a small slice and a soft drink later we were done and hoping the pasta would see us up the hill tomorrow.