Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a watchmaker in Imperia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Via Bonifacio, my usual route to the shop. The smell of fresh focaccia from the bakery hits me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, BAM! I spill olive oil all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m lookin’ like a walking salad.
So, I finally get to my shop on Via XX Settembre. It’s a cozy little place, filled with clocks tickin’ away like they own the place. I love it. But today? Today was a mess. My first customer, this old dude, comes in with a watch that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, c’mon! How do you even break a watch like that? He’s all like, “Can you fix it?” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, if I had a magic wand.”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a cat chase a pigeon down at the Porto Maurizio. I’m like, “Dude, focus! I got watches to fix!” But he’s relentless. “The cat was like a ninja!” I can’t help but laugh. Only in Imperia, right?
After that, I get a call from a lady. She’s frantic, says her watch stopped at 3:33. I’m like, “Lady, it’s 10 AM. You’re good!” But she insists it’s a sign. A sign! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A watch that tells the future?”
Then, the real kicker. I’m working on this fancy watch, right? And I drop a tiny gear. It rolls under the workbench, and I’m down on my hands and knees like a dog searching for a bone. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why me?!” Finally, I find it, but I knock over a whole shelf of tools. It’s like a scene from a slapstick comedy.
By now, I’m sweating bullets. I step outside for a breather. The view from my shop is killer. You can see the sea, the waves crashing against the rocks. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I need a drink.
So, I stroll down to Piazza Dante. There’s this little café I love. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, I overhear some tourists talking about how they got lost in the old town. I chuckle. It’s like a maze! I mean, who doesn’t get lost in Imperia?
After my coffee, I head back to the shop. I’m ready to tackle the rest of the day. But guess what? My next customer is a kid. A KID! He’s got a toy watch, and he wants me to fix it. I’m like, “Buddy, I fix real watches.” But he’s so cute, I can’t say no.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Imperia is wild, chaotic, and full of surprises. I love it. I pack up my tools, lock the shop, and take one last look at the sunset over the sea. It’s a mess, but it’s MY mess.
As I walk home, I think about tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen? But one thing’s for sure: it’ll be another crazy day in Imperia. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.