Man, what a day! I swear, Carloforte is wild. Like, I thought I knew this place, but today? Total rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, pretending to care. But honestly, I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes.
It’s my agent. “You got a casting in 30 mins!” I’m like, “What?!” I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, right? So, I’m sprinting down Via Roma, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same gelato shop?
I finally make it to the casting at this cute little piazza. It’s all cobblestones and colorful buildings. I’m feeling good, but then I see the competition. Models everywhere! Tall, skinny, perfect hair. I’m like, “Ugh, why do I even try?” But whatever, I strut in like I own the place.
The casting director? Total diva. She’s flipping through my portfolio like it’s yesterday’s news. I’m sweating bullets. Then she looks up and says, “You’re not what we’re looking for.” Ouch! My heart just dropped. But I’m not one to back down. I throw in a little sass, “Well, I’m not a mannequin, but I can sure pose like one!” She cracks a smile. Score!
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the harbor. The sea is so blue, it’s like a postcard. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Dude, that’s my lunch!” But the bird just looks at me like, “Sorry, not sorry.” I laugh it off.
Next, I decide to hit up the beach. It’s called Spiaggia di Cala Fico. Gorgeous spot! I’m chilling, listening to the waves, when I see this group of locals playing beach volleyball. They’re having a blast, and I’m just sitting there, feeling a bit left out. So, I muster up some courage and ask to join.
Let me tell you, I am NOT a volleyball pro. I’m tripping over my own feet, but they’re super cool about it. We’re all laughing, and I’m finally having fun. Then, I spike the ball and it goes flying into the water. Everyone’s like, “Nice one!” I’m blushing like crazy.
As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets. The colors are insane—pink, orange, all that good stuff. I pass by a little gelato shop on Via Mazzini. Can’t resist, right? I grab a scoop of pistachio. Best decision ever!
But then, I hear this commotion. A street performer is juggling fire! I’m like, “What the heck?!” It’s crazy! People are cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He laughs it off, and I’m thinking, “Only in Carloforte, man.”
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how this little island has its quirks. The people, the food, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s my chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, Carloforte, you’ve got my heart. Even if you make me spill coffee and lose sandwiches to seagulls. What a day!