Man, what a day! I swear, Agerola really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the hills. I’m at my butcher shop on Via San Lorenzo, ready to slice some meat and chat with the locals. You know, the usual.
First customer rolls in. It’s old Nonna Maria. She’s like a walking legend around here. Always wants the best cuts for her ragù. I’m like, “Nonna, I got you!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Gino. I mean, c’mon, lady! I’m here to sell meat, not hear about your cat’s diet! But I nod and smile. That’s Agerola for ya. Everyone knows everyone’s business.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran up the Sentiero degli Dei or something. “Dude, you won’t believe it!” he says. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he saw a goat on the loose down by Via Roma. A goat! Just chilling, munching on some flowers. I’m cracking up. Only in Agerola, right?
So, I finish up with Nonna, and I’m slicing some prosciutto. It’s like butter, man. Perfect. But then, the power goes out! Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, knife in hand, like a butcher ninja. I’m cursing under my breath. “Great, just great!” I’m thinking. Agerola’s got this charm, but the power grid? Not so much.
I grab my phone, and it’s dead too! Ugh! I’m about to lose it. But then, I hear laughter outside. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the piazza. They’re kicking a ball around, having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile. That’s the spirit of Agerola, man. Even when the lights go out, the fun doesn’t stop.
Finally, the power comes back. Thank you, sweet electricity! I get back to work, and the next customer is a tourist. He’s all wide-eyed, asking about our famous mozzarella di bufala. I’m like, “Buddy, you’re in the right place!” I give him a slice of salami, and he’s in heaven. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Agerola’s got the best food.
But then, I get a call from my sister. She’s freaking out. “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, her car broke down on the way to Agerola. I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t have picked a better day?” But I tell her to chill. I’ll come get her after work. Family first, right?
As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I’m chopping meat, chatting with locals, and dealing with tourists. Agerola’s alive, and I’m right in the middle of it.
By the time I close up shop, I’m exhausted. But I can’t help but feel grateful. This little town, with its winding streets and stunning views, it’s home. I walk down Via San Lorenzo, the sun setting behind the hills, and I think, “Man, I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Agerola. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!