Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Belluno really knows how to throw a curveball. 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 a watchmaker, not a magician. I fix watches, not people’s lives. But today? I felt like I was juggling both. I’m at my little shop on Via Mezzaterra, just minding my own business, when this lady storms in. She’s all frantic, waving her wrist like it’s on fire. Turns out, her fancy watch is dead. I mean, come on! It’s a watch, not a pet!
I’m like, “Lady, chill. I got this.” But she’s not having it. She’s pacing, talking about how it’s a family heirloom. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s not like I can resurrect it.” But I try to be nice. I take a look, and boom! It’s just a dead battery. I replace it, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “See? Easy peasy.” But then she starts crying. Like, full-on tears. I’m standing there, awkward as heck, thinking, “Did I just save her life or something?”
After that, I needed a break. So, I head out to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Piazza dei Martiri. I’m sippin’ my espresso, enjoying the view of the Dolomites. Seriously, those mountains are like nature’s flex. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great. This is how I wanted my day to go.”
So, I duck into a shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a little boutique, and the owner is this quirky dude. He’s got this wild hair and a mustache that could probably have its own zip code. He starts chatting me up about watches. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a watchmaker. I know my stuff.” But he’s going on about some ancient timepiece that supposedly belonged to a king or something. I’m rolling my eyes, but it’s kinda funny.
Then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the piazza! There’s a street performer doing some crazy stuff!” I’m thinking, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. And let me tell ya, this guy is wild! He’s juggling flaming torches while riding a unicycle. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “How is this even legal?”
But then, the unthinkable happens. He drops a torch, and it lands right next to this old lady. She jumps like she’s seen a ghost. I’m laughing, but also worried. I mean, I don’t want to be responsible for giving someone a heart attack. The performer recovers like a pro, but I’m still sweating bullets.
After all that chaos, I finally head back to my shop. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop smiling. Belluno is nuts, but it’s my kinda nuts. I love the vibe here. The mix of old and new, the mountains, the people. It’s like a never-ending adventure.
As I close up shop, I think about the day. The lady with the watch, the rain, the street performer. It’s all a bit much, but that’s life, right? Full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Belluno, you crazy little gem, you’ve got my heart.