Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Camposano is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m used to it. Camposano’s got that Mediterranean vibe, ya know?
First thing, I grab my coffee from that little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best espresso in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I see this dude, Marco, runnin’ down the street like he’s got a pack of wild dogs after him. Turns out, he just forgot his wallet. Classic Marco. I laugh, but then I’m like, “Dude, get it together!”
So, I head to my post at the old clock tower on Via San Giovanni. It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, not a chance. I’m just settlin’ in when I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some guy just smashed his scooter into a lamppost. I mean, c’mon! Camposano’s streets are narrow enough without adding to the chaos.
I rush over, and the dude’s fine, just a bit dazed. He’s like, “I swear I saw a cat!” A cat? Really? I roll my eyes. Only in Camposano, man. I help him up, and he’s all grateful, but I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you owe me a drink for this.”
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady, Nonna Rosa, comes shufflin’ by. She’s got her shopping bags, and she’s muttering about the price of tomatoes. I can’t help but chuckle. “Nonna, you know they’re always overpriced!” She gives me that look, like, “You young folks don’t know nothin’.” Classic Camposano.
After that, I’m just chillin’, watchin’ the world go by. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink over the hills. It’s beautiful, right? But then, I hear this commotion down on Via delle Terme. I jog over, and there’s a street performer, this guy with a guitar, and he’s belting out some old Italian ballad. The crowd’s lovin’ it, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside.
But then, this group of tourists starts takin’ selfies, blocking the view. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Let the locals enjoy this!” I mean, I get it, Camposano’s a gem, but have some respect, ya know?
As the night rolls in, I’m still on duty. I’m walkin’ down Via dei Mercanti, and I spot a couple of kids playin’ soccer in the street. They’re havin’ a blast, but then one of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I catch it, and they’re all like, “Whoa!” I toss it back, and they cheer. Little moments like that make it all worth it.
But then, I hear sirens. Great. I rush over to the scene, and it’s a bar fight outside that joint on Via della Repubblica. Just what I needed. I step in, try to break it up, and these guys are all puffed up, actin’ tough. I’m like, “C’mon, fellas, we’re in Camposano! Let’s keep it civil!”
Finally, I get ‘em to chill, and they disperse. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Camposano’s wild, but it’s home. I head back to my post, and the stars are out. It’s peaceful now.
I sit back, thinkin’ about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the little moments. Camposano’s got its quirks, but that’s what makes it special. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a Watchman.