Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Kvasnik in Feltre is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for my morning espresso. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a five-layered, whipped, caramel, unicorn latte. I’m just tryna get my caffeine fix, man! I’m like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a coffee shop in Milan!” But whatever, I get my shot of espresso, and it’s fire.
Then I stroll down to Piazza Maggiore. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, tourists snapping pics of the Duomo. I’m just vibing, soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids these days, right?
So, I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old lady selling fresh produce. I love her! She’s got the best tomatoes. I grab a couple, and she starts telling me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted tomatoes, not a life story!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. She’s got more energy than me, and I’m half her age!
Then, bam! I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the castle!” I’m thinking, “What castle?” Turns out he’s at Castello di Feltre. I rush over, and it’s a hike, man! I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But the view from up there? Worth it! You can see the whole valley. I’m standing there, feeling like a king, and then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?
Marco’s laughing his head off. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But we’re cracking jokes, and it’s all good. We start talking about the old days, you know? Feltre has this vibe, man. It’s like every corner has a story. The cobblestones, the buildings, even the air feels historic.
After that, we hit up a local trattoria. I order the pasta, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I could marry that dish. But then, the waiter spills wine all over Marco. I’m dying! He’s like, “Great, now I smell like a vineyard!” I can’t stop laughing.
But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled outta bed. I’m talking major bedhead. The dog starts barking at Marco, and I’m like, “Dude, your wine’s jealous!” The whole place erupts in laughter.
As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets. Feltre’s lit up, and it’s beautiful. I pass by the old clock tower, and it hits me—this place is my home. I love the chaos, the people, the quirks.
But then, I see a group of tourists trying to take a selfie with the tower. They’re all crammed together, and one guy’s holding a selfie stick like it’s a sword. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s not that serious!” But they’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile.
Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. But it’s that good kind of tired, you know? I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. Feltre, you wild city, you’ve done it again. Can’t wait for tomorrow!