Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a clergyman, right? You’d think my life is all about peace and quiet. Nope! Not today in Cuneo, baby!
First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on my collar, and dashed out the door. I live near Piazza Galimberti, which is usually a chill spot. But today? Nah, it was buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill.
I’m hustling down Via Roma, trying to dodge tourists and locals alike. Cuneo’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, cobblestone streets, and that sweet smell of fresh pastries wafting from the bakeries. I mean, who can resist a brioche? Not me! But I had no time.
So, I finally make it to the church, and guess what? The door’s locked! I’m standing there like an idiot, knocking like a madman. “Hello! Anyone home?” Finally, old Signora Maria, bless her heart, comes to my rescue. She’s like, “You’re late, Father!” I just laughed it off. “Yeah, I’m working on my dramatic entrance!”
Mass was a whirlwind. I swear, half the congregation was half-asleep. I mean, come on, people! It’s not that boring! But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m trying to keep it together, but it’s hard when you’re trying to preach about love and compassion. I’m thinking, “Dude, I get it. Life’s tough!”
After the service, I head out to Via Cavour. I’m starving, right? I spot this little trattoria. The owner, Giovanni, is a character. He’s always got a joke or two. Today, he says, “Father, you look like you need a plate of pasta!” I’m like, “You read my mind!”
So, I’m chowing down on this amazing tagliatelle al ragù, and it hits me. Cuneo is beautiful. The mountains in the background, the rivers, the whole vibe. But then, I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a street performer juggling fire! I’m thinking, “This is Cuneo?!”
But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and I can’t help but laugh. “Great, just great!” I’m wiping it off, and the performer is cracking up. “You’re blessed now, Father!”
After that, I decide to take a stroll down Corso Nizza. It’s a beautiful street, lined with shops and cafes. I pop into a gelateria because, why not? I get a scoop of stracciatella, and it’s heavenly. I’m just enjoying life, ya know?
But then, I bump into an old friend, Luca. We start chatting, and he tells me about this new art exhibit at the Palazzo Samone. I’m intrigued. “Art? In Cuneo? Count me in!”
So, we head over, and it’s packed! I’m looking at these paintings, and they’re stunning. But then, I overhear this guy complaining about modern art. “It’s just splashes of paint!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s called expression!”
By the time I leave, I’m buzzing. Cuneo has this energy that just gets to you. But then, I realize I’ve lost track of time. I rush back to the church for evening prayers.
And guess what? I trip on the steps! I’m sprawled out, and the whole congregation bursts into laughter. “Father, are you okay?” I just wave it off. “Just testing the floor!”
Finally, I wrap up the day, sitting on a bench in Piazza Galimberti, watching the sunset. Cuneo is magical. Sure, it’s chaotic, and sometimes frustrating, but it’s home. I’m grateful for the craziness, the laughter, and even the pigeon poop.
What a day, huh? Can’t wait for tomorrow!