Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Cervia is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders a “decaf soy latte with extra foam.” Like, seriously? Who even drinks that? I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, and this guy’s over here making it a whole production. I roll my eyes so hard, I almost see my brain.
Finally, I get my coffee and head to the office. The streets of Cervia are buzzing. The smell of fresh pastries from the bakery on Via Garibaldi is wafting through the air. I can’t resist. I grab a bombolone. Best decision ever. Sweet, fluffy goodness. But then, I remember I’m supposed to be on a diet. Ugh, diet schmiat.
So, I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “We got a situation!” he says. Great. Just what I needed. Turns out, there’s a dispute over some mining rights near the Cervia salt pans. Like, who even fights over salt? It’s not like we’re in a cooking competition! But whatever, I’m the bailiff, so I gotta deal with it.
I head out to the site, and let me tell you, it’s a mess. There are people yelling, waving their arms around like they’re trying to take off. I’m standing there, trying to make sense of it all. “Calm down, folks!” I shout. But no one’s listening. It’s like I’m talking to a bunch of seagulls.
Then, out of nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got a cane and a fierce look in her eyes. “You better sort this out, young man!” she says. I’m like, “Yes, ma’am!” She’s got that vibe that says she’s seen some stuff. I wouldn’t mess with her.
After what feels like hours, I finally get everyone to chill. We sit down at a café on the beach, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad.” But then, the café runs out of piadina. Are you kidding me? I’m starving! I can’t deal with hangry people and no food.
So, I grab a slice of pizza from a nearby stand. It’s decent, but I’m still grumpy. I mean, who runs out of piadina in Cervia? It’s like running out of gelato in summer!
Finally, we reach an agreement. Everyone shakes hands, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I trip over a rock on the way back. Classic. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the bailiff who can’t even walk.”
As I’m getting up, I see the sunset over the Adriatic. It’s beautiful, and for a second, I forget about the chaos of the day. Cervia’s got this charm, you know? The colorful beach umbrellas, the sound of waves crashing, and the smell of salt in the air.
I head home, exhausted but somehow happy. I think about how wild today was. I mean, who knew being a bailiff could be so dramatic? I guess that’s just another day in Cervia. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.