whos afraid of the guardia sibil?

To my endless amusement, it looks like we have
stumbled into the set of Jose Rizal's Noli or Fili, our
much studied texts on Spanish colonization back in
high school. We drove into Vigan at 5 am and are now
parked by one of the cobbled streets of old Spanish
houses. We are waiting to be apprehended by the
guardia sibil for being in Vigan too early. Or perhaps
we could catch a glimse of Maria Clara on her way to
Mass. ... now back to my forty winks ;)