Man, what a day! I swear, Conegliano really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? Just me, my tools, and some wood. But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I hit the road down Via XX Settembre. Beautiful street, right? But today, it was like a freakin’ obstacle course. Cars everywhere, people walkin’ like they own the place. I’m just tryin’ to get to my job site, and these folks are takin’ their sweet time. I’m like, “C’mon, people! I got wood to work with!”
Finally, I get to this old villa on Via Garibaldi. Gorgeous place, but man, it’s seen better days. The owner, this old dude named Giovanni, is all like, “I need this fixed yesterday!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m not a magician!” But I roll up my sleeves anyway.
So I’m hammerin’ away, right? And outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to drop a bomb right on my shoulder. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fumin’. Like, c’mon, Conegliano! Can’t a guy work in peace?
Then, I take a break and stroll over to Piazza Cima. Man, that place is always buzzing. Grabbed a quick espresso at this little café. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it about some wine or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Conegliano! Just grab a bottle and chill!”
After my caffeine fix, I head back to the job. I’m in the zone, sawin’ and nailin’ like a boss. But then, I realize I forgot my favorite chisel back at home. Ugh! I’m thinkin’, “Why do I always do this?” So I pack up and race back to Via Roma.
On the way, I pass by the castle on the hill. It’s beautiful, but I’m too stressed to appreciate it. I’m like, “Why can’t I just be a painter or somethin’?” But nah, I love carpentry. It’s in my blood.
Finally, I grab my chisel and head back. But guess what? It starts rainin’. Like, really rainin’. I’m soaked, my tools are soaked, and I’m just done. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. “Only in Conegliano,” I mutter to myself.
By the time I get back to the villa, I’m a mess. But I push through. I finish the job, and Giovanni’s all smiles. “You did good, my friend!” he says. And for a second, all the craziness fades away.
As I pack up, the sun starts to set over the hills. The light hits the vineyards just right, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Conegliano, with all its quirks, is home.
So yeah, it was a wild day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it. And maybe next time, I’ll remember to check for pigeons.