Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Calenzano is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Via di Prato. You know, that road that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m just tryna get to the site, and suddenly, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, come on! I’m sittin’ there, engine rumbling, and I’m like, “What’s the hold-up? A parade?” Turns out, it was just some dude trying to parallel park his tiny car. I mean, c’mon, man! You’re in Calenzano, not a circus!
Finally, I get to the site, and it’s chaos. My boss, Marco, is runnin’ around like a headless chicken. He’s all like, “We need that field plowed by noon!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. Chill.” But no, Marco’s got that look in his eye. You know the one. The “I just drank three espressos” look. So, I hop on my trusty tractor, and off I go.
Now, let me tell ya, plowing fields in Calenzano is no walk in the park. I’m bumpin’ along, and I can see the hills in the distance. Beautiful, right? But then, I hit a rock. Not just any rock—a massive one. I’m talkin’ about a boulder that could’ve been a set piece in a movie. My tractor jolts, and I’m like, “Whoa! Easy there, buddy!” I swear, I thought I was gonna flip over.
After that little adventure, I’m back at it. I’m plowing away, and I see this old lady on Via della Repubblica. She’s out there, waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m thinkin’, “What’s up with her?” Turns out, she’s just trying to get her cat off the road. I mean, c’mon, lady! It’s a cat, not a rock star!
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ about the kind that makes you question your life choices. I’m soaked, tractor’s slipping, and I’m just trying to keep it together. I’m like, “This is not what I signed up for!” But hey, at least the fields are getting a good drink, right?
So, I’m plowing, and I see this group of kids on Via di Calenzano. They’re playing soccer, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right into my path. I slam on the brakes, and the ball goes flying. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But they just laugh. Kids, man. They don’t care. I’m over here sweating bullets, and they’re just having the time of their lives.
Finally, I finish up, and I’m exhausted. I drive back through the streets, and I can’t help but smile. Calenzano’s got this vibe, ya know? The old buildings, the little cafes, the smell of fresh pasta wafting through the air. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
As I park my tractor, I think about the day. Yeah, it was wild. But it’s these moments that make it all worth it. I mean, who else gets to say they plowed a field, dodged a cat, and almost flipped a tractor all in one day? Just another day in Calenzano, I guess.
So, I grab a gelato from that little shop on Via Roma. Best decision ever. I sit there, enjoying my treat, and I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a trip, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.