Man, what a day! I woke up in Augusta, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a shearer, right? So, I’m used to the whole sheep shearing gig, but today? Today was somethin’ else.
I hit the streets of Augusta, and it was buzzing. I mean, you got the hustle on Via Roma, people rushing like they’re late for a wedding or something. I’m just tryna grab a coffee at this little café on Piazza Matteotti. The barista? She’s got this wild hair, like a sheep’s wool, and she’s spillin’ coffee everywhere. I’m like, “Hey, I’m not here for a shower!” But she laughs it off. Good vibes, ya know?
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this dude on the corner of Via Cavour. He’s juggling oranges. Oranges! In Augusta! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A lion tamer?” But then, bam! One of those oranges flies right at me. I duck, spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a fruit salad.
I’m fuming, but whatever. I head to the shearing place, and it’s packed. I mean, it’s like a sheep convention in there. I’m talkin’ wool everywhere. I get to work, and it’s hot. Like, “I’m gonna melt” hot. I’m shearin’ away, and my buddy Marco is next to me, crackin’ jokes. He’s like, “Dude, you shear like a grandma!” I’m like, “At least my grandma can shear better than you!” We’re laughin’, but then I cut my finger. Ouch! Blood and wool everywhere. I’m like, “This is not how I pictured my day.”
After the shearing, I’m exhausted. I decide to stroll down to the waterfront. The view of the Mincio River is sick! I mean, the sun is setting, and it’s all golden and stuff. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, and this old guy next to me starts talkin’ about the history of Augusta. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna enjoy the sunset, not get a history lesson!” But he’s passionate, so I nod along.
Then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs by, playing soccer. They kick the ball, and guess what? It lands right at my feet. I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” But I kick it back, and they cheer. I feel like a hero for a second. Then, one of them yells, “You kick like a shearer!” I’m like, “Thanks, kid. I’ll take that as a compliment?”
As the sun dips, I decide to grab some dinner. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down, and the owner comes over, all smiles. He’s like, “How’s the food?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s like a party in my mouth!” He laughs, and I’m feelin’ good again.
But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my shirt clean! I dash for cover, and I’m stuck under this awning with a bunch of strangers. We’re all just lookin’ at each other, soaked and confused. One guy pulls out a deck of cards, and suddenly, we’re playing poker. In the rain. In Augusta. It’s ridiculous, but I’m lovin’ it.
Finally, the rain stops, and I head home. I’m beat, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about the day. From coffee spills to soccer kicks, it was a rollercoaster. Augusta, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!