I woke up early at the dawn of the third day Made in USA.
I prepared a cup of coffee 'with a small mocha for me and my roommate Rob,
upload them' the prospect of a great day
months ago Rob enrolled in a course of meditation popodimeno that nothing in the cradle of the hippie generation.
Galvanized idea how to go over a few places in the mind and the evergreen 60's, began the day with a musical overdose signed Hendrix & Joplin and a pair of Saranac beers.
After two hours of straight roadways typical sunny and overseas, came
free spirits in the town, 2000, free spirits and greenery.
said goodbye to Rob who walked 3 miles 'north and drove toward the town center',
or a small square called "The Green" where they stay for hours vintage men rastaman New Yorkers and tourists alike, all together.
To begin with I made a trip to the shops they told me very proud to senigallia but much more 'original (stuff that the girls would leave entire salaries ...) and many chioschi smercianti articoli per fumatori di varie forme,colori e dimensioni.Psichedelici e' la parola esatta!
L'atmosfera era molto colorata essendo un sabato mattina,libero dal lavoro.
Dopo un paio d'ore passate a camminare su e giu' lungo tutto il paese,sostai per un breve pranzo al Corner cupboard,piccola osteria come tante altre in America...
ma con qualcosa di speciale inatteso.
Divorai in pochi secondi un Bagel con bacon&creamcheese (una specie di ciambellona salata tipica americana) e sorseggiai con gusto un bollente caffe' HazelNut(caffe' dall'aroma fantastico che sa di noce!):
vedendomi cosi' soddisfatto delle pietanze servitemi,la locandiera con una vistosa cicatrice in volto comincio' a parlare con me.
Ovviamente quando seppe della mia nazionalita' non trattenne il sorriso che si prolungava da orecchio a orecchio,e incuriosita sul motivo del mio soggiorno a Woodstock mi chiese:
"what're you trying in U.S.?"
Non so perche'...sara' la mia faccia da schiaffi o forse la simpatia per il nostro paese....fatto sta che alla risposta:
"I want to find a job!"
prese il telefono e chiamo' un suo caro amico italiano,un veneziano di nome Graziano,proprietario the "Downtown cafe '" in the nearby city' of Kingston.
handed it to me 'and told me I could very well go to him, that there was no problem and that I would settle somewhere.
I mean '... I was from 4 hours to Woodstock, and I already had' found a link to work.
I was pretty satisfied.
However I could not stop them 'all day ...
warmly thanked the innkeeper, named Aurora, likeable, and continued my journey of discovery in Woodstock.
I ended up in the tiny town hall to attend a concert by two former hippies, teachers in handling a variety of wind instruments, able to create an atmosphere far from time and space ... great!
still in the grip of viaggione absurd by the minstrels of Shiva, returned to "The Green" and followed with curiosity 'the nice peaceful demonstration of 3 hippie.
I realized that to understand the true spirit of Woodstock had to just look around and feel those little details that make this town unique.
I am particularly struck this strange figure at the entrance of the city '.
were 4 hours I was there 'to observe and she was still there',
undeterred,
every car or person that come to town, 'she dispensed
bows of welcome.
I went back to the Corner Cupboard and Aurora, the bartender scarred, I tell 'The strange story of "Rosemary, the woman dell'inchino. Rosemary
Years ago he met a man from faraway India,
this man was a sadhu, or an Indian holy man.
was so fascinated that she, too, like this man, he decided to make a singular vow of faith.
Winter or summer, hot or cold, rain or shine as it is, you are 'them',
at Woodstock,
every day, every hour,
and every foreigner entering the city 'she bow as a sign of gratitude.
The real reason why Rosemary does this still remains a mystery ...
Many thought she was mad, others a great woman ... the fact is that in the opinion of many, without Rosemary, Woodstock lose that touch the mystic cottraddistingue.
I find it absolutely fascinating!
I took advantage to make a short video as evidence of such determination.
I had been agreed with Rob that we would have been to The Green before 6 pm, at the end of his course of meditation.
....
had already 'made 8 in the evening and did not was yet alive.
At first I thought it was more prolonged 'should be, and given that I had with me any kind of phone I waited patiently for his arrival.
....
Time passed ...
... nothing ...
Aurora to cheer my waiting to offer me a hidden Vodkalemon that held by the closure. Santa
woman!
At one point I see Rob on the road check.
foot.
a hurry.
I understood that it had been a delay due to the prolongation of the course. Unfortunately
port 'the tragic news of the death of his beloved Mazda, the car that I buy' after returning from Italy.
motor trouble ... nothing to do.
In practice we were stopped in Woodstock.
... actually I did not mind the idea!
But the fate of the plans were quite different. At one point
arrival 'of a fellow student Rob, and told us that her friend took a party not too far from there' ...
Having nowhere else to go we decided to go to the unknown party as guests acrobat.
...
The so-called home ... well ... the palace was in the nature reserve of the National Park Minnewaska, the classic American house to be clear ...
The party was a sort of lounge where guests boccacesco,
all around 40 years, bivouacked on lungi divani stile coloniale e divoravano cibi macrobiotici che facevano molto radical chic.
Il padrone di casa,il padre dell' amica dell'amico di Rob,fece gli onori di casa presentandosi con una vestaglia bianca da monaco buddista e mi chiese per 3 volte non consecutive da dove venissi...un po' svampito purtroppo il fintohippy...
"Italy!" risposi sorridente ogni volta...
E ogni volta usciva fuori che il mio paese era il migliore del mondo...che era stato in posti bellissimi...Firenze,Amalfi,Roma,Costa azzurra(???)
Vabbe'...
mi ingozzai all'inverosimile di cazzate macrobiotiche radical chic e mi stravaccai sul divano coloniale...
meglio che passare la notte su una panchina I thought ..
Then I'm out of here daughter,
its separate (obviously. ..)
vonciona style,
long hair on legs and underarms, because
vegetarian 'and' trendy
and great connoisseur of oriental cults ...
get them 'with his cousin of 14 years and I submit,
a kid with milk to his mouth, nothing more'.
when I say I'm Italian she opens her eyes as a kind of porthole 'miss was the Titanic ...
"Aaah! Italian! Pizza, Naples Mafia ..." here ... we happen to people that we are talking about ...
Rob and I, we looked ... nothing to say ...
The evening 'continued with horrible jokes and of these disquisitions on possible variations of foods based on chick peas (... wow!)
Eventually they all left as a bed for the night and I settled down in the basement on the cold stone ...
offered me a sleeping bag limited the solidity 'of the floor along the weary limbs.
....
I woke up the next morning with a Mexican woman behind me was screaming,
was to be the home of the cabin,
stories of susceptibility 'pre-menstruation is perceived in the air ...
blocked the entrance to the broom closet ... poor woman!
Getting up I felt my back being crumbling ...
this feeling went on all day, unfortunately ... While
to stay away from Mexican menstruating, I took a ride along the reservoir created on purpose by the landlord. This
here to speak.
rejects the typical American breakfast ... too heavy for my stomach Mediterranean ...
then we went out together for a ride in the woods.
A beautiful place! Unfortunately
live in these places and not 'for all ... and we know it well ... no point will explain. For lunch
inevitable American Barbecue, needless to say, hot dogs.
Ah! About Dog!
little humorous note.
could not miss such a house in the animal / plush.
Imagine the epithets with which they can call this poor creature ...
fact is that the youngest daughter budriona (too many health food ..) at some point catch him in her arms and screaming at millimeter distance:
"SWEEETY! YUO'RE SWEEETY MY LITTLE PUPPY! "
... Oh well '... the dog had a tennis ball in his mouth and tried to remove budrillona.
"SWEEETY C'MON! GIV'M THE BAAALL!"
"SWEEEEETYYYYYY!"
the end his dog's sweety na sganasciata trim on the arm, no clear signs
two beautiful and deep! The dog's Revenge!
"Aaaah! FUUUUCKING DOG! MOTHERFUCKEEEER!" and so on ' to insult the animal ...
do not know why I did not laugh at the moment!
but I recovered more 'and now too late ..! Hahahaha!
After the experience in the mansion, a friend of Rob and hippies' come to pluck to safety.
Along the Hudson River I made a video testimonial return to Fishkill.
to be only the fifth day in america are so many interesting things happened.
wait until tomorrow.
AH!
For the record, today I went to Kingston from Graziano, contact precious allotted by the Aurora, the bartender scarred Woodstock .... the holy woman!
... Unfortunately it was closed ....
Shit happens!
soon!
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