Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Campi-Salentina, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered, whipped cream, extra foam, unicorn latte. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But whatever, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. Like, I’m ready to conquer the world.
Then I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a beautiful square, man. The vibe is just right. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes mud all over my new kicks! I’m fuming! Like, seriously? Who raised you? I shout, “Hey, watch it!” but he just laughs and pedals away. Ugh, kids these days.
So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the local market on Via Garibaldi. Fresh fruits, veggies, all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes, thinking about making a killer sauce later. But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, haggling like a pro. She’s got this fierce look, and I’m like, “Damn, I wanna be her when I grow up.” She gets her tomatoes for half the price! I’m impressed.
After that, I’m feeling good again. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on Via Manzoni. It’s the best pizza ever! I mean, I could eat it every day. So, I’m munching away, and I spot my buddy Marco. He’s waving me over, looking all excited. Turns out, he just got a new job at the local winery. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome! Free wine for life?” He laughs and says, “Only if you help with the harvest.” I’m in!
But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, and I see this commotion on Via Vittorio Emanuele. There’s a stray dog, poor thing, looking lost and scared. My heart breaks. I can’t just leave it there. So, I approach it slowly, and it starts wagging its tail. I’m like, “Aww, come here, buddy.” I end up spending an hour trying to coax it out from under a car. Finally, I get it to come out, and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I name it “Pasta.”
Now, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, right? But then, I realize I have no idea what to do with a dog. I can’t just take it home! So, I call my friend Lucia, who’s a total animal lover. She comes over, and we end up taking Pasta to the vet. Turns out, he’s healthy but needs a home. I’m like, “Lucia, you gotta adopt him!” And she’s all, “Okay, but you’re helping!”
By the time we’re done, it’s dark. I’m exhausted but happy. I walk back through the streets of Campi-Salentina, and everything feels different. The lights are twinkling, and the air smells like fresh bread. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to stray dogs, it’s been a rollercoaster.
I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a day, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Campi-Salentina, you’ve got my heart.