Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barista in Campofelice-di-Roccella is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m late. Like, super late. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the beach? I mean, it’s beautiful and all, but c’mon! Anyway, I finally get to the café, and the line is out the door. I’m talkin’ a solid 20 people waiting for their caffeine fix. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”
So, I start slinging espressos like a madman. I’m pouring, steaming, and trying not to spill hot milk everywhere. Then, this lady comes in. She’s all decked out in her beach gear, flip-flops and all. She orders a double macchiato, no foam. I’m like, “Lady, you do realize you’re in Italy, right? Foam is life!” But whatever, I make it. She takes one sip and goes, “Ugh, too hot!” I’m like, “Well, it’s coffee, not ice cream!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break and hit the beach. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! I’m drowning in orders!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, just 10 mins!” So, I’m torn. Work or beach? Tough choice, right?
Finally, I give in. I tell my boss I’m “taking a quick breather.” I dash to the beach on Via delle Rose. The sand is warm, the waves are crashing, and I’m feelin’ alive. I grab a granita from a nearby stand. Best decision ever! It’s like a party in my mouth. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal my granita! I’m like, “No way! Not my granita!” I chase it down the beach, flailing my arms like a lunatic.
After that, I head back to the café, and it’s chaos. People are yelling, “Where’s my coffee?” and “I ordered a cappuccino, not a latte!” I’m sweating bullets. I’m like, “Chill, people! I’m not a magician!”
Then, this guy walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, looking all cool. He orders a flat white, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Italy! Get a real coffee!” But I make it anyway. He takes a sip and goes, “Wow, this is legit!” I’m like, “Yeah, welcome to Campofelice-di-Roccella, where coffee is life!”
As the day drags on, I spill a whole pitcher of milk. It’s everywhere! I’m slipping and sliding like I’m in a slapstick comedy. I can’t help but laugh. The customers are laughing too. It’s a mess, but it’s kinda fun.
Finally, the rush dies down. I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside for a breather. The sun’s setting over the beach, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I take a deep breath and think, “This is why I love this place.” Campofelice-di-Roccella, with its crazy streets and even crazier people, is home.
So, yeah, it was a wild day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a lifetime supply of granita. But that’s a different story!