Man, what a day! I swear, Carlentini really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this morning, sun shining, birds chirping, thought it was gonna be chill. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I’m a Torcador, right? So, I’m all about that sweet, sweet tobacco. I roll cigars like a pro. But today? Ugh. I’m at my usual spot on Via Roma, just minding my business, when this dude rolls up. He’s like, “Yo, you got any of that good stuff?” I’m like, “Bro, I’m not a vending machine!”
Anyway, I give him a couple of cigars, and he hands me a 20. I look at it, and it’s a fake! Like, seriously? Who even does that in Carlentini? I’m fuming. I mean, I love this town, but come on!
So, I’m walking down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, trying to cool off. The street’s packed, as usual. You got the old ladies gossiping, the kids playing soccer, and the smell of arancini wafting through the air. I can’t even. I’m starving, but I’m too mad to eat.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a cat chase a pigeon down Via Garibaldi!” I’m like, “Really? That’s your big news?” But honestly, it cracked me up. I needed that laugh.
So, we hit up the bar on Piazza della Repubblica. I order a granita, and Marco gets a beer. We sit outside, soaking in the vibe. The sun’s setting, and the sky’s all orange and pink. It’s beautiful, man. Makes you forget about the fake money and the annoying dude from earlier.
But then, just as I’m about to take a sip, this random guy walks by and spills his drink all over me! Like, seriously? I’m drenched! I’m ready to blow up, but then I see the guy’s face. He’s so sorry, like puppy-dog eyes and everything. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off.
After that, we decide to stroll down to the old castle, Castello di Carlentini. It’s this ancient thing, super cool. We climb up to the top, and the view? Wow. You can see the whole town, the fields, everything. It’s moments like this that make you love where you live.
But then, I get a text. It’s from my cousin. He’s like, “Hey, I’m in town! Let’s meet up!” I’m pumped, but then I remember he’s always late. Like, always. So, I’m standing there, waiting, and waiting. I’m about to lose it again.
Finally, he shows up, and he’s got this huge grin. He’s like, “Sorry, man! Got caught up in traffic on Via Catania!” I can’t even. But whatever, we hit up a pizzeria, and I stuff my face with the best pizza ever.
By the end of the night, I’m full, happy, and just grateful. Carlentini, with all its craziness, is home. Sure, it’s got its quirks, but that’s what makes it special. I mean, where else can you see a cat chase a pigeon, spill drinks, and eat the best arancini all in one day?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Carlentini. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!