Man, what a day! I woke up in Grassano, and let me tell ya, this place is a trip. It’s like a postcard from Italy, but with a twist. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I’m standing there, waiting, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Grassano has the best olives.” I’m like, “Cool, man, but I just want my coffee.” He didn’t get the hint.
Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this cute little square, full of life. Kids are running around, and there’s this street performer playing the accordion. I’m vibing, right? Then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m in Italy, and this is how I’m treated? I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.
So, I decide to walk it off. I head down Via Garibaldi, and I’m just soaking in the sights. The buildings are all old and charming, with those classic Italian vibes. But then, I see this gelato shop. I mean, c’mon, who can resist gelato? I go in, and the guy behind the counter is like, “We have 50 flavors!” I’m like, “Dude, I just need one.”
I settle on pistachio. Best decision ever. I’m licking my cone, feeling like a king, when I bump into this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking for the castle. I’m like, “What castle?” Turns out, there’s a castle up on the hill. I’m thinking, “I gotta see this.”
So, I’m off to find this castle. I take the steep path up, and let me tell ya, my legs are burning. But the view from up there? Wow. You can see all of Grassano. The hills, the fields, it’s breathtaking. I snap a pic, feeling like a travel influencer.
But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of goats! Just chilling on the path. I’m like, “What’s up, goats?” They stare at me like I’m the weird one. I try to walk past, but one of them decides to block my way. I’m negotiating with a goat now. “C’mon, dude, I just wanna see the castle.”
Finally, I make it past the goat blockade and reach the castle. It’s all ruins and history. I’m wandering around, feeling all philosophical. Like, “What would the knights think of me?” But then, I trip over a rock. Classic. I laugh it off, but I’m also kinda mad.
After that, I head back down, and I’m starving. I find this little trattoria on Via Vittorio Emanuele. The owner is this sweet old lady who’s like, “You must try my pasta!” I’m like, “Yes, please!” She serves me this plate of homemade spaghetti, and it’s like a hug in food form. I’m in heaven.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. They need me to analyze some data. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy his pasta in peace?” But I pull out my laptop anyway. I’m sitting there, typing away, and I spill sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great.
By the time I finish, it’s getting dark. I stroll back through the streets, and everything is lit up. Grassano at night? Magical. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I hear this loud music. There’s a festival happening! I’m like, “What?!”
I join the crowd, and it’s a party! People dancing, laughing, just living life. I can’t help but join in. I’m twirling around, feeling like a fool, but I don’t care. This is what life’s about, right?
As the night winds down, I’m walking back to my place, and I can’t help but smile. Grassano, you’ve been a wild ride. From pigeon poop to goat negotiations, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. What a day!