Man, what a day! Seriously, Floridia (it) is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close. First off, I’m in this tiny Airbnb on Via Roma. Cute place, but the coffee machine? Total disaster. I mean, how hard is it to make a decent espresso?
So, I’m fueled by instant coffee. Yuck. I hit the streets, ready to explore. The sun’s shining, and I’m like, “Let’s do this!” I stroll down Corso Vittorio Emanuele. It’s packed with people. Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they’re in a movie. I’m just trying to blend in, you know?
Then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, and this old lady just laughs. Like, c’mon, lady! Help a brother out! But whatever, I get up, dust myself off, and keep going.
I hit up the local market on Piazza della Libertà. Fresh fruits, veggies, and oh man, the cheese! I’m in heaven. I grab some pecorino and a couple of figs. Life is good, right? But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s terrible. Like, I could do better, and I don’t even play! But the crowd loves him. I’m standing there, shaking my head, and this guy next to me starts dancing. I’m like, “Dude, really?”
After that, I wander over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, lined with shops. I pop into this little boutique. The owner is super friendly, but she talks a mile a minute. I can’t keep up! She’s telling me about the history of Floridia, how it was founded in the 1600s. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “What’s for lunch?”
Speaking of lunch, I find this tiny trattoria. The sign says “Best Pasta in Town.” Bold claim, right? I order the spaghetti alla Norma. It’s amazing! I’m slurping it down like I haven’t eaten in days. The waiter’s watching me, probably thinking I’m a total pig. But hey, it’s vacation!
After lunch, I’m feeling good. I decide to check out the Chiesa Madre. It’s stunning! The architecture is mind-blowing. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and this couple next to me is arguing. Like, really? In a church? I can’t help but eavesdrop. They’re fighting about where to eat dinner. I’m thinking, “Just go to the trattoria!”
Then, I head to the park on Via dei Fiori. It’s peaceful, and I finally get to chill. I sit on a bench, munching on my figs. Life is sweet. But then, out of nowhere, this kid runs by, and his soccer ball hits me right in the leg. Ouch! I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?
As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to my place. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I realize I left my phone at the trattoria! Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodging tourists and locals.
Finally, I get there, and thank goodness, my phone’s still on the table. I grab it, and the waiter gives me a thumbs up. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP!”
So, I head back to Via Roma, exhausted but happy. Floridia (it) is a rollercoaster. I’ve laughed, I’ve tripped, I’ve eaten way too much pasta. But man, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!