A long time ago, when I still walked the streets of Manhattan without any fear of an invisible enemy, I went to church on a Sunday like any other. Normally I go every Sunday that I can to mass, and if I am a little packed, then with more reason. It is not that Manhattan does not raise your morale, it is that many times, although it is considered one of the most crowded cities in the world, many times, you can feel alone.
I have a sister who loves to follow people on Instagram. She follows many funny bloggers, because she herself is very nice open and funny, and if it were not for her Instagram being a bit beat, she would become a blogger, because when you are with her you laugh constantly. She is white, and with little eyes and light eyes, just the opposite of how I am, brunette and dark eyes. Well, she follows Casilda Finat, an outstanding businesswoman and mother of two children, who lived between Seville and Madrid. Well, Casilda Finat is seen to have spent a couple of weeks on vacation in Manhattan with her sister and mother. I know this because my sister was telling me every day that she posted stories on her Instagram.
My day to day in Manhattan at that time was very very simple, I went to work and occasionally ended up in a gym, walking through central park, shopping at Morton Williams, or having a wine with friends after work. On weekends, he used to do sports and various things at home, but he also tried to go to mass whenever he could. Well, that day I met the famous Casilda Finat in Manhattan, in the same church where I go every Sunday. For my sister, and only for her, because I knew the illusion that I was going to make her, I approached Casilda and greeted her after leaving mass. To my surprise, she appeared in her thousand stories that day greeting my sister from there. It was an adventure, as always, these things only happen in Manhattan because we felt that we had known each other for life and not only that, nobody understood.
