Man, what a day! I woke up in Brusciano, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live near Via Roma, and the morning sun was blaring. I mean, c'mon, it’s like the sun was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m not a breakfast person, but I thought, “Hey, let’s grab a cornetto at that little café on Piazza della Repubblica.” Best decision ever! That cornetto was like a hug in pastry form.
So, I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, this dude starts yelling. I look up, and it’s some guy on a bike, totally losing it over a pothole. Like, chill, man! It’s just a hole! But nah, he’s going off about how Brusciano’s streets are a disaster. And honestly, he’s not wrong. Via Nazionale is like a minefield. I swear, I almost twisted my ankle dodging those craters.
After my breakfast, I decided to stroll down to the park. You know, Parco della Villa Comunale? It’s a nice spot, but today it was packed. Families, kids, dogs everywhere. I’m just trying to enjoy the fresh air, and this kid runs past me, ice cream in hand, and BAM! He drops it right on my shoe. Ugh! I was like, “Really, kid?!” But then he looked up at me with those big eyes, and I couldn’t stay mad. I just laughed it off.
Then, I bumped into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he was ranting about how he tried to get a bus from Via San Giovanni, but it never showed up. Classic Brusciano, right? We both started laughing about how the buses are like ghosts—everyone talks about them, but no one ever sees them.
We decided to hit up a local bar for a drink. You know, the one on Via Giuseppe Mazzini? It’s got the best spritz in town. We’re sitting there, and outta nowhere, this old man starts telling us about the history of Brusciano. Apparently, it used to be a big deal for silk production. Who knew? I mean, I thought it was just known for its pizza and pastries.
But then, the mood shifted. This group of tourists walked in, and they were so loud! Like, c’mon, we’re trying to enjoy our drinks here! They were taking selfies and shouting about how “authentic” Brusciano is. I wanted to tell them, “Dude, you’re in a bar, not a museum!” But I just rolled my eyes and sipped my spritz.
After that, I needed some fresh air. So, I wandered over to the old church on Via Roma. It’s beautiful, but today it felt heavy. I sat on the steps, just thinking. Life’s weird, ya know? One minute you’re laughing, the next you’re deep in thought.
As the sun started to set, I felt this wave of calm wash over me. Brusciano looked magical with the golden light. I snapped a pic, thinking, “This is what it’s all about.” But then, my phone died. Seriously?! I was like, “No way!”
I headed back home, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Brusciano is a wild place, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the potholes and the loud tourists.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, beautiful day in Brusciano. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!