Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a dollar for every wild thing that happened in Alberobello today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m an insurance agent, not a tour guide, but I figured, hey, why not mix business with pleasure? I hit the streets of Alberobello, and let me tell ya, this place is a gem. Those trulli houses? OMG, they’re like something outta a fairy tale. I’m walking down Via Monte Grappa, and I’m just snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? These little stone huts with their conical roofs are just too cute!
But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make the streets look like a medieval obstacle course? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old dude selling fresh focaccia. I mean, come on! How can you stay mad when there’s focaccia involved? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. I could’ve cried.
So, I’m munching away, feeling all good, when I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about their policy. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m in Alberobello!” But no, they’re all, “I need answers NOW!” Ugh, the stress! I’m trying to explain how insurance works while dodging tourists and trying not to spill olive oil on my shirt.
After that, I decide to check out the Trullo Sovrano. It’s the biggest trullo in town, and I’m thinking, “This better be worth it.” I get there, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew history was so popular? I’m elbowing my way through the crowd, and I finally get inside. It’s cool, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I could use this place as a backdrop for my next Instagram post. #TrulliVibes, am I right?
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this guy. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that insurance dude!” I’m like, “Uh, yeah?” Turns out, he’s a local artist, and he’s been trying to get insurance for his art studio. I’m thinking, “This is my chance!” So, we chat, and I’m trying to sell him on a policy while he’s showing me his paintings. They’re amazing! I’m talking vibrant colors, wild shapes. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta let me insure these masterpieces!”
But then, just as I’m about to seal the deal, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, trying to keep my cool. The artist is cracking up, and I’m just like, “Great, now I’m a walking canvas.”
After that, I needed a drink. I hit up a little café on Via Indipendenza. I order a spritz, and the bartender gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a classic!” Finally, he makes it, and I’m sipping away, feeling a bit better. The sun’s setting, and the whole town is glowing. It’s beautiful, and for a second, I forget about the craziness of the day.
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s another client. They’re having a meltdown over a claim. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” I’m trying to explain things while the café’s getting busier, and I’m just losing my mind. I mean, how many times can I say, “It’s in the fine print!” before I lose it?
Finally, I wrap up my calls, and I’m just done. I stroll back through the streets, taking in the sights. The way the light hits the trulli at dusk? Pure magic. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, frustrated, and a bit overwhelmed. But hey, that’s life, right?
As I head back to my car, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! I mean, who else can say they got pooped on by a pigeon while trying to sell insurance in a fairy tale town? Only in Alberobello, folks. Only in Alberobello.