Man, what a day! I swear, Cosenza really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Just another day as a machine milking operator. Sounds boring, huh? But nah, not today.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, and it’s like the whole city’s awake. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m just trying to get my coffee fix at this little café, Bar Caffè Centrale. You know, the one with the best cornetti? Yeah, that one. But guess what? They ran out! I mean, come on! It’s 8 AM, how do you run out of cornetti? I’m standing there like a lost puppy, all grumpy.
Then, I finally settle for a brioche. Not the same, but whatever. I’m chugging my coffee, and I see this dude on a scooter zoom past. He’s got no helmet, just living life on the edge. I’m like, “Bro, you do you, but don’t be surprised if you end up as a pizza topping.”
So, I head to the farm, right? It’s on the outskirts, near the hills. Beautiful view, but I’m not here for the scenery. I’m here to milk some cows. But today, the machines decide to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? I’m wrestling with these things, and they’re just not cooperating. I’m sweating like a sinner in church.
And then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s talking about this “secret” spot in Cosenza where you can see the whole city. I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy here!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, just 10 minutes!” So, I’m torn. Work or adventure? Adventure wins.
We hop in his old Fiat, and he’s blasting some random Italian pop. I’m trying to keep my cool, but I’m also thinking about the cows. They’re probably plotting my demise. We drive through the narrow streets, like Via Mazzini, and I’m just soaking it all in. Cosenza is beautiful, man. The old buildings, the vibe, the people.
We finally reach this spot, and wow. The view is insane! You can see the whole valley, the hills, the old castle up on the hill. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I forget about the cows for a sec. It’s like a mini-vacation.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s the farm. They need me back ASAP. I’m like, “Ugh, fine!” So, we race back, and I’m praying the cows haven’t staged a revolt.
When I get there, it’s chaos. One of the machines is spewing milk everywhere. I’m talking a full-on dairy explosion. I’m slipping and sliding, trying to fix it. I’m yelling at Marco to help, but he’s just laughing. “You wanted adventure, right?”
Finally, we get it under control, but I’m drenched in milk. I smell like a walking cheese factory. Great. Just great.
After that, I’m done. I’m exhausted. I head to the piazza, grab a gelato at Gelateria Da Mimmo. Best gelato in Cosenza, hands down. I sit there, just enjoying the moment. The sun’s setting, and the city is glowing.
I think about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the beauty of Cosenza. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster. I’m tired, but I’m happy. Cosenza, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.
And that’s a wrap on my day. Just another day in the life of a machine milking operator, right?