Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Frascati really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake 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’m rollin’ down Via del Castello, and I’m already late for my pottery class. Like, seriously? Who knew making clay pots could be so complicated? I mean, it’s just mud, right? Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little cafes. The smell of fresh espresso hits me, and I’m like, “Ugh, I need that!” But no time! Gotta get to the studio on Via della Repubblica.
So, I finally get there, and guess what? My clay is MIA! I’m fuming. I mean, how do you lose a whole bag of clay? It’s not like it can just walk away! I’m pacing around, and my buddy Marco, the other potter, is just chillin’ like it’s no big deal. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Frascati, not a spa!” He just laughs and says, “Relax, it’s all about the vibe.” Ugh, vibes don’t make pots, Marco!
After a mini meltdown, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Piazza San Pietro, and wow, the view is killer. You can see all the way to Rome! I’m standing there, just soaking it in, and suddenly, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a potter, right? Make me a vase!” I’m like, “Lady, I can barely make a bowl!” But she’s persistent. I mean, who can say no to a sweet old lady? So, I promise her a vase. Great, now I’m committed to making a vase for a stranger.
Then, I wander down Via Frascati, and I see this street artist painting. His work is insane! I’m talking colors that pop like fireworks. I’m so inspired, I almost forget about my clay crisis. I’m like, “Maybe I should paint instead?” But nah, I can’t give up my pottery dreams.
Next, I hit up a gelato shop. I mean, c’mon, it’s Frascati! I grab a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. I’m standing there, licking my gelato, and I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Frascati! Chill out!” But they don’t care. Love is wild, I guess.
After my gelato break, I head back to the studio. Guess what? My clay is back! Turns out, Marco just moved it to the other side of the room. I could’ve lost it! But hey, I’m back in business. I start molding and shaping, and it feels good. Like, really good. I’m in my zone, and suddenly, I’m making this beautiful bowl. I’m talking Picasso-level stuff here.
But then, disaster strikes! I accidentally knock over a whole shelf of pots. They shatter everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a pottery graveyard. I’m angry, sad, and just plain defeated. But then, Marco comes over, and he’s like, “Dude, it’s just clay. We can make more.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but that was my best work!”
Finally, I wrap up the day, covered in clay and feeling all sorts of emotions. I walk back through the streets of Frascati, and it’s all lit up. The lights, the people, the vibe—it’s magical. I realize, despite the chaos, I love this place. It’s quirky, it’s beautiful, and it’s home.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it, like clay on a wheel.