Man, what a day! I swear, Borgonovo-Valtidone really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day shearin’ sheep, but nah, life had other plans.
So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (which, by the way, was way too strong—like, who needs that much caffeine?), and head out. The sun’s shinin’ over Via Roma, and I’m feelin’ good. I mean, how can ya not love this place? The hills, the vineyards, the whole vibe. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. A big one. My boots are soaked. Great start, right?
I get to the farm on Via Garibaldi, and it’s chaos. The sheep are all over the place. Like, c’mon guys, can we not? I’m tryin’ to shear here, not chase sheep like I’m in some weird game of tag. And then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always late, but today? He’s like a ghost. Just poof! There he is.
We start workin’, and I’m tryin’ to focus, but the sheep keep bleatin’ like they’re auditioning for a concert. I’m like, “Shut up, I’m tryin’ to make you look good!” But they don’t care. They just keep makin’ noise.
Then, I get this wild idea. Let’s have a little fun. I start givin’ the sheep silly names. There’s “Wooly McWoolface” and “Shearlock Holmes.” I’m crackin’ up, and Marco’s just rollin’ his eyes. But hey, it’s better than stressin’ over the job, right?
After a few hours, I finally finish shearin’. I’m covered in wool, and I smell like a sheep. Not my best look, but whatever. We head to the local bar on Via Mazzini for a drink. I’m thinkin’ a nice cold beer will fix everything.
But guess what? The bar’s closed! I mean, seriously? It’s like the universe is against me today. So, we decide to walk to the next place, which is like a mile away. I’m grumblin’ the whole way. “Why can’t they just keep the bar open?”
Finally, we get to this little spot, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ standing room only. But we squeeze in, and I order a beer. The bartender’s this old dude who looks like he’s seen it all. He gives me a nod, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a shearer. I’ve had a day.”
Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts talkin’ to me about the history of Borgonovo-Valtidone. He’s goin’ on about how it was founded in the 12th century and how the vineyards are famous for their wines. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna drink my beer.” But I can’t help but listen. It’s kinda cool, ya know?
After a few drinks, I’m feelin’ good. I start tellin’ stories about the sheep and how one time, I almost got kicked by a ram. Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad after all.”
But then, I get a text. It’s from my sister. She’s like, “Mom’s sick. Can you come home?” And just like that, my mood crashes. I’m sittin’ there, surrounded by laughter, but all I can think about is my family.
I tell Marco, and he’s like, “Let’s go, man. Family first.” So, we leave the bar, and I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. It’s a rollercoaster.
As we walk back through Borgonovo-Valtidone, I can’t help but appreciate the beauty of the place. The streets, the lights, the people. It’s home, ya know? Even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, sheep and beers, laughter and worries. Just another day in Borgonovo-Valtidone. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!