Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Anzola-dell-Emilia, right? This little gem of a town, just chillin’ near Bologna. I mean, it’s cute and all, but today? Ugh.
First off, I’m a Financial Planning Specialist, but today felt like I was planning a heist or something. I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. But today, he’s outta coffee! Like, what even?! I’m like, “Dude, how am I supposed to function?” He just shrugs. Classic Marco.
So, I’m fueled by disappointment and a half-eaten croissant. I head to my first meeting at this fancy office on Via Garibaldi. I’m all dressed up, feeling like a million bucks. But then, I hit a pothole. Boom! My heel breaks. I’m standing there, one shoe on, one shoe off, looking like a hot mess. I’m cursing the streets of Anzola. Like, can we fix these roads, please?
Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, Mr. Rossi. He’s a character, let me tell ya. He walks in, all smiles, and I’m like, “Great, this’ll be easy.” But then he starts talking about investing in… wait for it… a llama farm. A llama farm! I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, who even thinks of that? I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the market?” But he’s all in. I’m just nodding, thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”
After that, I’m walking down Via della Libertà, trying to clear my head. The sun’s shining, and I see this cute little gelato shop. I can’t resist. I grab a scoop of pistachio. Best decision ever! I’m feeling good again. But then, I step outside, and bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, thinking, “What did I do to deserve this?”
I rush home to change. I live near the park, you know, Parco della Resistenza? It’s nice, but today, it feels like a jungle. I’m dodging kids on bikes, dogs chasing squirrels, and I’m just trying to get to my apartment. I finally make it, change my shirt, and head back out.
Next meeting is with a couple, the Bianchi’s. They’re super chill, but they want to retire in the Maldives. I’m like, “Have you seen the prices?” But they’re all dreamy-eyed, talking about white sand and clear water. I can’t help but smile. It’s nice to see people dream big, even if it’s a bit unrealistic.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I decide to hit up my favorite pizzeria on Via Mazzini. I order a margherita, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m sitting there, just enjoying life, when I overhear this couple arguing about… wait for it… the best pasta shape. I mean, really? Who cares? But it’s hilarious. I’m cracking up, and they notice. They stop fighting and start laughing too.
So, I head home, thinking about my crazy day. Anzola-dell-Emilia, you’re wild! From broken heels to llama farms, to pigeon poop and pasta debates. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life, right?