Man, what a day! I woke up in Tournon-sur-Rhône, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a combine harvester, right? Not your usual 9-to-5 gig. But today? Today was somethin’ else.
So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit the streets, and wow, Tournon is buzzing. You got the Rhône river glistening, and the old town’s charm just hits ya. I mean, have you seen the Rue de la République? It’s like stepping back in time, but with more cafés and less horse poop.
I’m cruisin’ down the street, and suddenly, BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my morning! I’m flailing my arms, cursing like a sailor, and people are just staring. I mean, come on, it’s Tournon! You’d think they’d be used to a guy losing it over a bird bomb.
Anyway, I clean myself up and head to the market. The vibe there is electric! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m eyeing this croissant, right? But then, outta nowhere, this old lady bumps into me. She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m the one who got hit!” But whatever, I just smile and nod. Gotta keep the peace in Tournon, ya know?
After the market, I decide to take a stroll along the Rhône. The view is killer! The hills, the vineyards, it’s postcard perfect. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, like, “Man, life is good.” But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this group of tourists starts laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! I’m just practicing my yoga.”
So, I get up, dust myself off, and head to the Château de Tournon. It’s this old castle, super cool. I’m wandering around, and I can’t help but think about all the history. Kings, queens, battles—like, what would they think of me? A combine harvester, just chillin’ in their castle? Probably rollin’ in their graves, haha!
Then, I meet this guy named Pierre. He’s a local, and we start chatting. He’s telling me about the wine in Tournon. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a harvester, not a sommelier!” But he insists I try some. So, we hit up this little wine bar on Rue de l’Horloge. I’m sippin’ this red, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m feelin’ fancy, like I should be wearing a tux or somethin’.
But then, outta nowhere, the bartender spills a whole bottle of wine. It’s like a scene from a movie! Red everywhere! I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke. The bartender’s face is priceless. I’m like, “Hey, at least it’s not on me this time!”
As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Tournon-sur-Rhône, man. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and a whole lotta character. I mean, who else can say they got pooped on by a pigeon, tripped over a rock, and drank wine with a local all in one day?
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and a bit of chaos. Just another day in Tournon, I guess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!