Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my little place on Via G. Marconi, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head to the beach. Arenzano’s got this gorgeous stretch of sand, right? I’m thinking, “Perfect spot for some zen.” But nah, it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I saw a family of seagulls eyeing my gelato like it was their last meal. I mean, c’mon, it’s MY gelato!
So, I’m trying to enjoy my pistachio scoop, and this kid runs by, knocks into me, and boom! Gelato everywhere. I’m standing there, sticky and mad. Like, dude, watch where you’re going! But then I see the kid’s face—he’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes of chaos.
After that, I stroll down to Via G. D’Annunzio. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny place called “Caffè Arenzano.” Best cappuccino ever! I’m sipping, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, people!
But then, plot twist! The guy proposes right there! I’m like, “Wait, what?” He gets down on one knee, and the whole café goes silent. She’s crying, he’s sweating, and I’m just sitting there, mouth agape. I mean, who proposes in a coffee shop? But hey, love is love, right?
So, I leave the café, still buzzing from the proposal drama. I decide to take a walk along the lungomare. The sea is sparkling, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a big fluffy thing, and it’s got a stick. Like, a huge stick. It drops it at my feet, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your fetch buddy!” But I throw it anyway. The dog bolts after it, and I’m laughing.
Then, I hit up the local market on Piazza della Vittoria. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling the biggest lemons I’ve ever seen. I’m talking, like, grapefruit-sized! I ask her what’s up with those lemons, and she just winks and says, “For making limoncello, of course!” I’m like, “Lady, you’re a genius!”
But then, I get a bit too excited and knock over a whole basket of oranges. They go rolling everywhere! I’m mortified. The old lady just laughs and says, “Don’t worry, dear. It happens!” I’m like, “Yeah, but not to me!”
By now, I’m exhausted. I head back to my place, and I’m thinking, “What a day!” But then, I remember I promised my friend I’d meet her at the bar on Via Cavour. So, I freshen up and head out.
At the bar, it’s packed. I spot my friend, and we start chatting. I’m telling her about the gelato disaster, the proposal, the dog, and the oranges. She’s cracking up! We order some spritzes, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
But then, the bartender spills a drink all over me! I’m like, “Seriously?!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh. It’s been that kind of day.
As the night goes on, we dance, we laugh, and I forget all the craziness. Arenzano, you wild little town, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!