Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Saint-Julien-en-Genevois is never boring. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Rue de la République. It’s a nice street, you know? But today, it was packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I’m just trying to get my morning baguette from the boulangerie. But nooo, there’s a line longer than my pig’s tail! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people, I got pigs to feed!”
Finally, I get my bread. It’s warm and crusty, just how I like it. But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking disaster. I’m trying to wipe it off, but it’s like the coffee’s laughing at me. “Ha! You thought today would be easy?”
So, I head over to the Parc de la Mairie. It’s usually my go-to spot to chill with my pigs. But today? Ugh. There’s a festival or something. Kids running everywhere, balloons flying, and I’m just trying to keep my pigs from freaking out. One of them, Bubbles, decides to chase a balloon. I’m like, “Bubbles, no! That’s not food!” But she’s off, and I’m sprinting after her.
I finally catch her near the fountain. And guess what? She jumps right in! Splash! Water everywhere! I’m soaked, and the kids are laughing. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and I can’t help but laugh too. It’s ridiculous. But then, I see a couple of folks from the market on Rue de la Gare. They’re pointing and whispering. Great, now I’m the town clown.
After that, I’m like, “Okay, let’s get back to business.” I head to the market, and it’s buzzing. Fresh veggies, cheese, and oh man, the charcuterie! I’m drooling. But then, I see my nemesis, Pierre. He’s got the best pigs in town. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even a swineherd!” But he just smirks. Ugh, I can’t stand that guy.
I try to ignore him and focus on my stall. But then, a lady comes up, and she’s like, “Your pigs are so cute!” I’m like, “Yeah, they are! But they’re not just cute; they’re the best!” I’m trying to sell my stuff, but Pierre’s over there, showing off his prize-winning pig. I’m fuming.
Then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m trying to sell my pork chops, and now I’m dodging raindrops. People are running for cover, and I’m just standing there, holding my umbrella like a shield. I’m soaked again!
But then, something amazing happens. The rain stops, and a rainbow pops up over the mountains. It’s beautiful! I’m standing there, looking at it, and I forget about Pierre and the rain. It’s like the universe is saying, “Chill out, dude.”
So, I pack up my stuff and head home. I’m walking down Rue de la Fraternité, and I can’t help but smile. Yeah, today was a mess, but it was MY mess. I love this town, with its crazy streets and even crazier people.
When I finally get home, my pigs are waiting for me. They’re snorting, and I’m like, “You guys won’t believe the day I had!” And as I sit there, munching on my baguette, I realize that even on the wildest days, there’s always something to be grateful for.
Saint-Julien-en-Genevois, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.