Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Cassano-delle-Murge, right? This little gem in Puglia, Italy. I mean, it’s got charm, but today? Ugh.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. I’m just trying to grab a coffee, right? But the barista? She’s moving like molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I need my caffeine fix!” Finally, I get my espresso, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. A client wants changes on a track. Like, NOW.
I’m walking down Via San Rocco, trying to multitask. I’m sipping my coffee, scrolling through emails, and dodging tourists. Seriously, why are there so many people here? It’s like they all decided to invade my peaceful morning. I’m getting angrier by the second.
Then, I hit the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Fresh produce everywhere! I love it. But I’m still fuming about that email. I mean, can’t a music editor catch a break? I grab some tomatoes, and they’re so ripe, they practically scream “eat me!” But I’m too stressed to enjoy them.
Next, I decide to chill at the park near the Chiesa Madre. It’s beautiful there, you know? The trees, the vibe. I plop down on a bench, trying to breathe. But then, this kid runs by, and he’s got a balloon. A bright red balloon. And I’m like, “Dude, I want that balloon!” I’m not even a kid, but it’s just so... happy.
Suddenly, I hear this music. Like, real music. Not the stuff I edit. It’s coming from a street performer on Via Cavour. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s magical. I’m smiling, finally! I toss him a couple of euros. He nods at me, and I feel like a rockstar.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of a good mood, and the sky decides to ruin it. I dash for cover under a café awning. I’m soaked, and my hair? Total disaster. I look like a wet dog.
While I’m waiting for the rain to chill, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a soap opera. “You never listen!” “Well, you never talk!” Classic. I’m cracking up.
Finally, the rain stops. I’m back on my feet, and I head to the old castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but I need to clear my head. The view from up there? Breathtaking. You can see all of Cassano-delle-Murge. The rooftops, the hills, everything. I take a deep breath.
But then, I get another email. More changes. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I’m about to throw my phone off the castle wall. But I don’t. I just breathe.
As I’m walking back down, I pass by a gelato shop. I can’t resist. I get a scoop of pistachio. It’s creamy, dreamy, and suddenly, life is good again. I’m walking down Via San Rocco, gelato in hand, feeling like I can conquer the world.
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. But you know what? Cassano-delle-Murge? It’s got its quirks. It’s chaotic, but it’s my chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
What a day, huh? I’m ready for bed. But first, I gotta finish that track. Ugh. Music never sleeps, right?