Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Canicatti ain’t just about herdin’ sheep. Nah, it’s a whole rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up early, right? The sun’s barely peekin’ over the hills, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I swear, I could live off those things.
Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old dude, Giuseppe, sittin’ on the bench. He’s always there, talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” I nod, but honestly, I’m just tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A flock of sheep decides to make a break for it. Like, seriously? Right in the middle of my caffeine fix?
So, I dash outta the bar, spillin’ half my coffee. Great start, right? I chase those woolly little escape artists down Via Garibaldi. They’re runnin’ like they just heard the ice cream truck. I’m yellin’, “Hey! Get back here!” But they don’t care. They’re livin’ their best life, munchin’ on whatever they can find.
Finally, I corner ‘em near the old church, San Domenico. You know, the one with the beautiful frescoes? I’m outta breath, but I can’t help but admire the art. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a scooter just wiped out. He’s okay, but his pride? Not so much. I laugh, but then I feel bad.
After wranglin’ my sheep, I head to the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Man, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of bread. I’m tryin’ to grab some tomatoes, but this lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me? I was here first!” But she just gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “I don’t care, buddy.” So, I let it slide.
I finally get my tomatoes and head to the butcher. I’m thinkin’ about makin’ a nice stew. But guess what? The butcher’s outta meat! I’m like, “What do you mean you’re outta meat?!” He shrugs, and I’m just standin’ there, fumin’. I mean, come on!
So, I decide to take a stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s a nice street, full of life. I see kids playin’, old folks chattin’, and tourists takin’ pics. I can’t help but smile. This is my Canicatti. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
Then, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to catch a goat that got loose. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my tomatoes. He’s like, “Dude, it was like a scene from a movie!”
After all that, I finally head back to the fields. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit down on a rock, watchin’ my sheep graze. I think about the day. Yeah, it was crazy, but it was also kinda perfect.
Canicatti, man. It’s got its quirks, its ups and downs. But at the end of the day, it’s where I belong. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if my coffee got spilled and I had to chase sheep down the street. That’s just life, right?