Man, what a day! I swear, Este really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing in line, and this dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, bro, it’s just coffee! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I’m like, “Great start, genius.”
So, I decide to stroll down to the Castello Carrarese. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? I’m walking, and the vibe is nice. The sun’s out, people are laughing, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this street performer on Via Cavour. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it. I’m vibing, throwing some coins, and then—BAM! A pigeon poops on my head. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and now I’m a human toilet. Ugh!
After that, I’m like, “I need food.” So, I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The pasta? To die for. I’m slurping it up, and this old lady at the next table starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about Este’s history, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just trying to focus on not looking like a total pig with my food.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “Which park?” There are like a million parks in Este! But I figure, whatever, I’ll just wing it. So, I head over to Parco del Castello. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still feeling a bit off from the pigeon incident.
I finally find Marco, and he’s got this wild look in his eyes. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I just saw!” I’m thinking, “What, a unicorn?” Turns out, he saw a couple getting engaged right there in the park. Like, how romantic, right? But then, he starts making fun of them, saying they’ll probably break up in a month. I can’t help but laugh. Classic Marco.
As the day goes on, we decide to hit up a gelato place on Via Mazzini. I’m all about that pistachio life, but Marco insists on trying this weird flavor—basil and lemon. I’m like, “Dude, that sounds gross.” But he’s all in, and I’m just here for the ride. We sit outside, and I’m enjoying my gelato when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these cheesy pick-up lines, and I’m cringing hard. Like, bro, just be yourself!
By the time the sun starts to set, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like, what even was today? I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about how Este is such a wild place. One minute you’re sipping coffee, and the next, you’re dodging pigeon poop.
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this crazy day for anything. Este, you’re a hot mess, but you’re my hot mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!