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Christmas Tale Christmas Tale

We end today, we are now in the spring (even though the winter of the plains of Lombardy does not give a blow even to pray, how cold ...) the story of Christmas.
Our last day in the Big Apple begins with a trilling wake up early because it's Sunday and we have a date interesting for my last surprise "pupa", and also take the metro bus and we dive into the atmosphere very naive to degradation fake (fake and proud in my opinion) of Harlem, a neighborhood of historic African-American roots that still do not see faces faded, of course except for tourists.
Today is Sunday and I have used my knowledge (actually it took was a email) to reserve a spot as a guest to attend a function in one of gospel's most famous churches in the neighborhood.

arrive punctually and tell us to form a line outside the entrance reserved for our VIPs, those who want to get help without having to ask permission to enter will be made only at a later time and if there will be room This at least is what we understand why the ushers are far from willing to turn the other cheek, or rather, ear, and species are very dismissive slang and are not willing to let me repeat what I understand to confirm the line up .... however, we are the first time we train, the rest of the guests arriving in dribs and drabs coming behind us, and meanwhile the members of the community.
accompany us in and scopiramo that a church is more than a theater, whose audience is strictly reserved for the community while the tunnel (part of) the guests.
What about a mass gospel? Rather than engaging, the chorus is a bomb and a girl has a power that not even the young Witney Houston ... come to think how many good singers are not indicated only for lack of knowledge, speeches and sermons are held by the Reverend is aimed at present by name: the community is deeply intertwined, not only among its members but also with the district and the city and we are talking about faith and politics together, it is pushed to give advice to Obama.
short, a great transport, often clearly not disinterested.
But I have come to mind with a clear picture of Reverend and put gospel but I'm afraid to find a Reverend Cleophus James or a bystander who sees the light screaming "the band", I'll go to Chicago ...

Tha Blues Brothers feat James Brown, The Old Landmark
Let us all (All go back)
To the Old (Old landmark) Let us all
to the Old (All go back Old Landmark)
Let us stay in the service of the Lord
Jesus, ohh! (He's my Lord, oh, my Lord)
Let us preach of the Old
At the ... (Hey! Hey!)
Landmark

The Mass is ended go in peace ... and to place your bags at the hotel reception: the plane in the evening and we bighelloniamo a little longer before leave.
Nothing special also because we're pretty tired, while we sneak to the Time Warner Center to eat and find that it also exists in nmezzo to the supermarket with a restaurant brand of organic products.
After lunch a tour of fake shopping, in the sense that we do not buy anything, a coffee and a buttery biscuits with pieces of chocolate from Starbucks (I have to try the recipe because it's like a drug, and I want it now!) and then off in Central Park.
We spend the afternoon in Strawberry Fields (now altered tourist destination but I guess it started out as such) and the Bethesda fountain (in the winter without water loses much of its charm), the winter is so mild, there are now 12 degrees, the ice rink is kept fresh with machines but still do not know what half quagmire to see it: much more inviting hot-dog long double the normal ... slluurrrrrpppp.


The day comes to an end: we leave the park and we let ourselves be carried away by the crowd for the fifth street that looks like a FIOM in full of mad heads that cover the sidewalks with their noses to the windows face full of glitter, pajettes, handbags and diamonds, watches and half-naked models ( Abercrombie & Fitch if interested in any girl, however, if the boys interested in model-orders, the choice is always on Sack's Fifth Avenue).
We can go through Times Square to greet once again with its thousand lights, and then retrieve luggage and tickets via the metro, not before the last Hot-Dog! See you soon
New York, we have already homesick!

Jovanotti, South Caselli
of highway all the time is consumed
But Venus will reappear with fresh foam from
The picture looks more like the school I
But my flaws are all intact
And every scar is a autograph of God
No one can live my life for me
As I identify in the heart of another
through this heart will always be
And day by day the seasons pass, but will
something in this way