Man, what a day! Cisternino, you wild little town. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day as a Research Associate. But nah, Cisternino had other plans.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, this dude named Marco, totally messed up my order. I mean, how do you screw up a cappuccino? I was like, “Bro, I ordered a cappuccino, not a cup of hot milk!” Ugh, I was fuming.
Then I decided to stroll down to the old town. Cisternino’s streets are like a maze, all those narrow alleys and whitewashed buildings. It’s like stepping into a postcard. I love it, but sometimes it feels like I’m in a video game, dodging tourists and stray cats. Seriously, these cats own the place.
So, I’m wandering around, and I bump into this cute little piazza, Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. There’s this fountain, and it’s just so picturesque. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when suddenly, this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Cisternino, how it’s been around since the Stone Age or something. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just wanna take my pics!” But she was sweet, so I let her ramble.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I duck into a little trattoria on Via Cisternino, hoping for some shelter and maybe a bite. The food? Oh man, the food! I ordered orecchiette with broccoli rabe, and it was heavenly. I was like, “Forget the rain, I’m in pasta paradise!”
But then, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? The whole place is pitch black. I’m sitting there, fork in hand, trying to eat in the dark. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. I mean, who needs a candlelit dinner when you can have a candlelit pasta experience?
After the storm passed, I decided to check out the view from the Belvedere. Cisternino is perched on a hill, and the view is insane. You can see the olive groves stretching for miles. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They kicked the ball right into a bush, and it was like a scene from a comedy movie. I couldn’t help but laugh.
But then, I got a bit annoyed again. One of the kids, this little punk, starts yelling at his friends. “You guys are useless! Can’t even kick a ball!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just a game!” Kids these days, right?
As the sun started to set, I made my way back to the main square. The golden light hitting those white walls? Pure magic. I grabbed a gelato from this tiny shop on Via San Quirico. I went for pistachio, my fave. It was creamy, nutty perfection. I was in heaven again.
But then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. They were going back and forth about something ridiculous. I’m standing there, trying to enjoy my gelato, and they’re ruining the vibe. I wanted to be like, “Hey, take it down a notch! We’re in Cisternino, not a soap opera!”
Finally, I headed back to my place, exhausted but happy. Cisternino, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, who knew a day could be so wild? From coffee disasters to pasta in the dark, to stunning views and gelato bliss. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Cisternino!