What has just spent a weekend was quite full, but not overly intense.
Saturday morning woke up at 8:30 and depart for Fudenji, Zen monastery near Salsomaggiore Terme. I was there once already and strong my sense of direction I did not bring with me the navigation system. Obviously, I lost 3 times before reaching its destination.
Luckily I find a monaco arrival at the gate that directs me to the parking lot, otherwise I would have spent more than nicely ignoring the entrance of the monastery.
Fudenji is always a fascinating place, located on top of a hill in the countryside, is a quiet place where silence reigns. Despite being a day of celebration and meeting for the monastery silence remains a major player in the climate that you can breathe here.
Once I found my contact to organize your photos. The Hall of the Dharma, I had never visited before and it strikes me now for the solemnity and beauty. I do not know the exact names of the things that I will only observe and photograph them always trying to avoid damage or disturbance to the ceremony presided over by Master Taiten Guareschi, this helps me a nun I always suggest the best places to put and exactly when move. 
It is always touching to listen to the monks reciting the sutra with the rhythms of drums and bells.
After the greeting ceremony, and unfortunately I run my contact on the fly. Fortunately, returning to the highway this time my sense of not leaving me.
Sunday.
Towards mid-afternoon I'm going to do by Eleonora snack, or eating the chocolate salami he had done the day before, and in the meantime try to arrange some 'PC. As a good Apple user since 2004, obviously with Vista are a bit 'in crisis, but the memories of good old XP help me. Uninstall a bit 'of useless programs and install a decent anti-virus and not too steep by the excellent Firefox web browsers, including a slice of cake and a sip of tea in the afternoon is spent waiting for the aperitif sponsored by Lilly.
For a divine miracle Eleanor and I arrived slightly ahead of the Matterhorn, so we decide to retrieve a table large enough for the group. While we await the arrival of Martha and Angelica have to defend ourselves from attack by hordes of angry jocks and pussy with the characteristic saucer happy hour that claimed the space.
I was convinced we were stunned to be good in 6 or 7, and instead we were ten, so the plank is unfortunately not enough to give everyone a comfortable place to eat and drink in peace even those slowly because of the tables around you are looking for expanded rob us of living space.
I'm sorry that I have not chatted with everyone, but it was a nice appetizer. It made me really happy to see the Goro and Marianna and chat a bit 'with them. Then Lilly did not tell me shit when I proposed a gitarella in Brescia and are now just a beak and offesissimo sputazzo in the glass (much like a good drunken has always been one with her). Then
paninazzo to Fra Diavolo and fortunately the Cheche and Luke took home Eleonora, because I was shaking from sleep caused by an American and a glass of Nero D'Avola, I must admit I do not have the physique of a faithful drinkers time.
Before going to sleep I had the time to check out the photos I had taken Saturday to Fudenji and fortunately even if undertaken in a difficult lighting situation (ISOpazz, this is for Moscow) have come good. So I stayed quiet.
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