Wow, what a day in Fermignano! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I decide to hit up the local café on Via Roma. You know, the one with the best cappuccino? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, Marco, spills half of it on me. Like, dude, really? I’m wearing my favorite shirt! I’m standing there, half-caffeinated and half-soaked, trying to keep my cool. But hey, at least I got a free pastry out of it. Silver linings, right?
After that, I stroll down to the old bridge, Ponte di Fermignano. It’s this beautiful spot, perfect for some pics. I’m snapping away, feeling like a tourist in my own city. Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly takes me out! I’m like, “What’s the rush, buddy? The gelato shop isn’t going anywhere!”
So, I decide to head to the gelato shop on Via della Repubblica. I mean, who can resist? I get there, and the line is insane! Like, I’m talking a line that could rival a concert. I’m waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re out of my fave flavor—pistachio! Ugh! I’m about to lose it. But then I see this cute little kid with a huge cone, and I can’t help but smile. Kids and their ice cream, man.
After my gelato disappointment, I wander over to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s so peaceful there. I plop down on a bench, just trying to chill. But then, this group of teenagers starts blasting music. Like, come on! I’m trying to enjoy nature here! I mean, I love a good beat, but not when I’m trying to zen out.
Then, out of nowhere, I get a text from my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Let’s meet at the piazza!” So, I head over to Piazza Garibaldi. It’s a nice spot, always buzzing with life. I get there, and Luca’s late. Classic Luca. I’m standing there, people-watching, and I see this old man feeding pigeons. It’s hilarious. The pigeons are like, “Dude, we’re not your pets!”
Finally, Luca shows up, and we grab a drink at a nearby bar. I order a spritz, and he gets a beer. We’re chatting about life, work, you know, the usual. Then, out of nowhere, this street performer starts juggling fire. I’m like, “Is this a normal Tuesday in Fermignano?” It’s wild! The crowd’s loving it, and I’m just there, half in awe, half worried he’s gonna set himself on fire.
As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this gorgeous orange. I’m feeling all the feels. It’s one of those moments where you just appreciate life, you know? But then, I remember I have to write about all this. My brain’s like, “Dude, you’re a technical writer, not a poet!”
So, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. From spilled coffee to fire jugglers, Fermignano never fails to surprise me. I plop down on my couch, ready to crash. But first, I gotta write this down. Because if I don’t, who will believe me?
And that’s a day in my life in Fermignano. Full of ups, downs, and a whole lotta gelato drama. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!