Man, what a day! I swear, Arbus is wild. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even when I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. Yeah, I’m that person.
Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”
So, I’m mad, right? I wipe it off, but it’s all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m thinking, “This is gonna be one of those days.” But I shake it off. I mean, it’s Arbus! There’s too much to see.
I head over to the Parco di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”
I rush over, trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of monkey. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally grab the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. I’m literally stuck in this tree.
People are laughing, and I’m just hanging there, like a bad joke. Finally, some dude helps me down. I’m covered in leaves, and my shirt? Still a mess. But hey, at least I made a kid happy, right?
After that, I’m starving. I hit up this little spot on Via Garibaldi. They’ve got the best arancini. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to eat my food, and they’re going off about something dumb. I mean, c’mon, it’s Arbus! Chill out!
Finally, I get my arancini, and they’re glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my pants. Seriously? I can’t catch a break!
So, I’m walking back, feeling a bit defeated but also kinda proud of my day. I stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and the sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Arbus, how it used to be a mining town. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!”
But then, she starts talking about her cats. And I’m like, “Okay, lady, I get it. You love your cats.” She goes on for ages, and I’m just nodding, trying to be polite.
Finally, I make it to the train station. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop smiling. Arbus is crazy, but it’s my kind of crazy. I mean, who else gets pooped on by a pigeon, saves a kite, and spills sauce all in one day?
As I sit on the train, I think about how wild life is. I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Arbus, you’ve got my heart. Even if you do have the world’s biggest pigeons.