Man, what a day! Isernia, you wild beast! I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day. Boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of this place, ya know? Coffee shop on every corner. I grab my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please! But the barista? She’s like, “No foam today!” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, c’mon, it’s cappuccino 101! I was ready to throw down, but I just laughed it off.
Then I stroll down to Piazza Celestino V. Beautiful spot, right? But today, it was packed. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, I get it, the architecture is stunning. The Romanesque style, the old buildings, it’s all so picturesque. But chill, people! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my morning.
So, I’m walkin’ and mindin’ my own biz when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of gelato! Like, seriously? Who does that? I was mad for the gelato, not the dude. I mean, it’s Isernia! Gelato is life!
After that chaos, I decided to hit up the Museo Nazionale del Paleolitico. I love that place! It’s got all these ancient artifacts. I’m a sucker for history. But guess what? It was closed! Closed for renovations. I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I felt like a kid who just found out Santa isn’t real.
So, I’m wanderin’ around, tryin’ to salvage my day. I head over to Via XX Settembre. There’s this little shop I love. They sell the best handmade pasta. I walk in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m in heaven! I grab some orecchiette and start chattin’ with the owner, an old lady named Nonna Rosa. She’s a gem! She tells me stories about Isernia during the war. I could listen to her for hours.
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up, and knocks over a jar of sauce. I’m like, “Not again!” But Nonna Rosa just laughs it off. She’s like, “It’s just sauce, my dear!” I love her attitude.
After that, I needed a breather. I walked up to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice spot to chill. I sat on a bench, watchin’ the world go by. The trees were swayin’, and I could hear the birds chirpin’. It was peaceful. For a moment, I forgot about the gelato disaster and the closed museum.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the bar on Corso Garibaldi!” I’m in! I mean, who can resist a good drink after a day like this?
So, we hit the bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, talkin’, and I’m just happy to be there. We order some spritzes, and I start tellin’ Marco about my day. He’s crackin’ up, especially about the gelato. “You should’ve saved it!” he says. I mean, I wish I could’ve!
As the sun sets, Isernia lights up. The streets glow, and it’s magical. I’m sittin’ there, drink in hand, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. From the coffee drama to the gelato fiasco, it was a rollercoaster.
I guess that’s Isernia for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the madness, it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.