Man, what a day! Eremo, you wild beast! I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Just another day in this tiny gem of a town. But nah, Eremo had other plans.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s your deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is now a puddle. I’m like, “Really, Marco? You tryna drown me?” He laughs it off, but I’m fuming inside.
So, I grab a pastry instead. Croissant, buttery goodness. I’m walking down Via della Libertà, feeling a bit better. The sun’s shining, and the vibe is nice. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its personal toilet. Ugh! I’m like, “C’mon, man! Not today!” I swear, these birds have it out for me.
I keep walking, trying to shake it off. Eremo’s streets are so narrow, you can practically touch the buildings on both sides. It’s charming, but also kinda claustrophobic. I pass by the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful, but I’m not in the mood for beauty. I’m still mad about the coffee and the pigeon.
Then, I bump into my buddy Luca. He’s all smiles, like he just won the lottery or something. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Luca, I just got pooped on. What could be worse?” He tells me he found a hidden gelato shop. I’m intrigued. Gelato fixes everything, right?
We head to this place, Gelateria Eremo. It’s tucked away on a side street, and OMG, the flavors! I’m talking pistachio, stracciatella, and some wild stuff like fig and honey. I go for the classic chocolate. It’s like a hug in a cone. I’m finally happy again.
But then, as we’re enjoying our gelato, I see this street performer on Via della Repubblica. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m vibing, but then this group of tourists starts dancing like they’re in a music video. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my gelato. Like, who dances in the street in Eremo?
After that, we decide to check out the old castle, Castello di Eremo. It’s a bit of a hike, but whatever. We’re climbing up, and I’m outta breath. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?” But the view from the top? Wow. You can see the whole town, the hills, the vineyards. It’s breathtaking. I snap a pic for the ‘gram.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Luca’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, drenched and defeated. “Eremo, you’re killing me!” I shout.
We duck into a little café, hoping to wait it out. The place is cozy, and the smell of fresh bread is heavenly. I order a panini, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I realize, maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.
As the rain eases up, I feel grateful. Eremo’s got this charm, you know? The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. Sure, I got pooped on, spilled coffee, and soaked to the bone. But I also had gelato, good food, and a killer view.
So, yeah, Eremo, you crazy little town. You’ve got my heart, even if you drive me nuts sometimes. Can’t wait to see what you throw at me next!