Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a lifeguard in Ala is like riding a rollercoaster that’s stuck on the loop-de-loop. So, I roll up to the beach, right? It’s a sunny Saturday, and the vibe is lit. Everyone’s chillin’ on Viale della Libertà, soaking up the rays. I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool, but then BAM!
First rescue of the day. This kid, maybe 10, starts flailing like he’s auditioning for a fish-outta-water movie. I sprint over, heart racing. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not drowning, just drama-queenin’!” But nah, he’s legit panicking. I dive in, grab him, and pull him back to shore. His mom? She’s on the phone, totally oblivious. I’m like, “Hey lady, your kid’s not a mermaid!”
After that, I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, the beach gets packed. I mean, it’s like the whole city decided to hit up the sand. I can’t even see the water from my post on Lungomare. People everywhere! Kids screamin’, parents yellin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my sanity.
Then, outta nowhere, this dude on a jet ski zooms by. I swear, he’s goin’ way too fast. I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t a race track!” But he’s just livin’ his best life, hair blowin’ in the wind. I’m half tempted to whistle him down, but I don’t wanna ruin his vibe.
Next thing I know, I spot a couple of teenagers on the rocks near Spiaggia di San Giovanni. They’re takin’ selfies, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need—Instagram influencers on the edge!” I shout, “Yo! Get down from there!” But they just laugh and keep posing. Ugh, kids these days!
Then, the sun starts settin’, and it’s beautiful, right? Like, the sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feelin’ kinda zen. But then, I hear this commotion. A group of guys starts arguing over a beach ball. I’m like, “Seriously? A beach ball?” They’re shoving each other, and I’m ready to jump in. I’m not a referee, but I can’t let this escalate.
So, I strut over, puffin’ my chest. “Guys, chill! It’s just a ball!” They look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I get it, tempers flare, but c’mon! It’s not worth it. I manage to break it up, and they all laugh it off. Phew! Crisis averted.
But then, just when I think it’s over, I see a little girl crying. She lost her ice cream. My heart breaks. I’m like, “Hey, kiddo, let’s find you another one!” We track down the ice cream truck on Via Roma, and I buy her a cone. She lights up like it’s Christmas. That’s the good stuff, ya know?
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but it’s a good tired. I sit on the sand, watching the waves crash. The beach is quieter now, and I can finally breathe. I think about all the craziness—kids, jet skis, beach ball fights. It’s wild, but it’s my wild.
As I pack up my stuff, I can’t help but smile. Ala, you’re a hot mess, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to another day of saving lives and keeping the peace. Can’t wait for tomorrow!