Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian in Biancavilla, right? And today was just... wow.
First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—definitely not my best look. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me!
So, I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and it’s already a scorcher. Biancavilla in the summer? Phew! It’s like walking into an oven. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab a quick coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, knows my order by heart. He’s like, “Cappuccino, extra foam, right?” I’m like, “Dude, you know me too well!”
Then, I head to the library on Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old books, dusty corners, and that weird smell of paper and history. I love it. But today? Chaos.
I walk in, and there’s a line. A LINE! Like, what’s going on? Turns out, some kids from the local school decided to have a field trip. Great, just great. Kids everywhere, running around, yelling. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Can someone please control these mini tornadoes?”
Then, this one kid, Luca, he trips and spills juice all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh no, not the juice!” It’s sticky, it’s gross, and now I gotta clean it up. I grab some paper towels, and while I’m down there, I hear this giggling. I look up, and it’s a group of kids pointing at me. I’m like, “What? You’ve never seen a librarian clean juice before?”
After that, I finally get some peace. I’m shelving books, and I find this old novel. It’s dusty, but it’s a gem. I’m flipping through it, and I get lost in the story. I’m in my own little world, you know? But then, boom! The fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my book moment?
Everyone starts panicking. Kids are screaming, teachers are trying to calm them down. I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my day.” We all shuffle outside, and I’m standing on the steps of the library, looking at the beautiful view of Mount Etna in the distance. It’s kinda calming, but I’m still fuming inside.
Finally, the fire department shows up. Turns out, it was a false alarm. Just some kid messing with the alarm. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I’m ready to strangle someone.
After all that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a lovely square, with the fountain and all. I grab a gelato from my favorite place, Gelateria Biancavilla. Chocolate hazelnut? Yes, please! I sit on a bench, enjoying my gelato, and I see this old man feeding pigeons. It’s kinda sweet, you know?
But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a piece of bread right outta his hand! The old man jumps, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! Pigeons have no chill.
After my gelato break, I head back to the library. The kids are gone, thank goodness. I finally get to do some actual work. I’m organizing the shelves, and I find this book about Biancavilla’s history. It’s fascinating! I mean, did you know that Biancavilla was founded in the 16th century? Crazy, right?
As I’m reading, I get a call from my friend, Sofia. She’s like, “Wanna grab dinner later?” I’m like, “Absolutely! I need to vent about my day.”
So, we meet up at a little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The food is amazing, as always. I order pasta alla Norma, and it’s heavenly. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m finally feeling relaxed.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. Biancavilla may have thrown me some curveballs today, but it’s my home. The chaos, the beauty, the people—it’s all part of the charm.
I head home, thinking about how tomorrow will probably be just as wild. But hey, that’s life, right? Bring it on, Biancavilla!