Man, what a day! I woke up in Ittiri, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a Mourner, right? So, my job is to be all sad and stuff, but today? Today was a whole different vibe.
I hit the streets of Ittiri, and it was like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. I mean, I’m just trying to do my thing, you know? Mourning, being all solemn, and then BAM! I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old dude selling pastries. Like, who can resist a good pasticciotto? Not me! So, I grab one, and it’s like a hug in my mouth. But then, I spill coffee all over my black mourning attire. Classic me, right?
So, I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Corso Vittorio Emanuele. This guy is juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m trying to be sad here!” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of a mourning procession? Only in Ittiri, I swear.
Then, I get to the cemetery on Via Cimitero. It’s a beautiful spot, really. The view of the hills is stunning. But today, it felt different. I was supposed to be all somber, but I couldn’t shake off the giggles from the fire juggler. I’m standing there, trying to hold it together, and I see this cat just lounging on a gravestone. Like, really? A cat? I’m here mourning, and this cat’s living its best life. I’m like, “Hey, Mr. Whiskers, you got it figured out!”
But then, things took a turn. I overheard some folks talking about a funeral that got canceled. Canceled! Can you believe that? I mean, I get it, life happens, but come on! I’m here, dressed in black, ready to mourn, and now I’m just... standing there. I felt a mix of anger and confusion. Like, what am I supposed to do now?
So, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny café, and the barista is super friendly. She’s like, “You look like you need a pick-me-up!” I’m like, “Yeah, I just spilled coffee on my mourning clothes and lost my chance to mourn!” She laughs and hands me a free espresso. I mean, how sweet is that?
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, sipping my espresso, and I see this group of kids playing soccer in the piazza. They’re laughing, kicking the ball around, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that remind me life goes on, even when it feels heavy.
But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and snatches my pastry! I’m like, “Hey! That’s mine!” But the pigeon doesn’t care. It’s off, flying away with my snack. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-fuming. I mean, who knew pigeons in Ittiri were so bold?
As the sun starts to set, I make my way back home. Ittiri is beautiful at dusk. The colors in the sky are insane. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions—happy, angry, confused. It’s like a whirlwind in my head. I think about how life is unpredictable, just like today.
So, yeah, that was my day in Ittiri. Full of ups and downs, laughter and frustration. I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes. I’m still a Mourner, but today? Today was a reminder that even in sadness, there’s room for joy. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll keep an eye on my pastries next time!