Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a potter in Lonate-Pozzolo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a concert. I’m just tryna get to my studio, ya know? Finally, I get there, and my kiln’s acting up. Like, c’mon! It’s supposed to be my trusty sidekick, not a diva.
I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I mean, I’ve got clay everywhere. My hands are a mess, and I’m like, “Why do I even do this?” But then, I remember. The joy of shaping that clay, the feel of it. It’s like therapy, man.
So, I finally get the kiln to cooperate. I’m feeling like a rockstar. I start working on this new vase. It’s gonna be epic. I’m all in the zone, and then—BAM! My buddy Marco barges in. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!”
I’m like, “Can’t you see I’m busy?” But he drags me out to Via Garibaldi. There’s this street fair happening. Food stalls, music, people everywhere. I’m suddenly starving. I mean, who can resist a good arancini, right?
So, I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy again! But then, I see this guy juggling fire. Fire! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What’s next? A lion tamer?”
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my arancini right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m mad, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s just a little dude, all wide-eyed and innocent. Can’t stay mad at that.
After the fair, I head back to my studio. I’m pumped to get back to my vase. But guess what? The kiln’s gone rogue again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m yelling at it like it’s a person. “You had one job!”
Finally, I get it sorted. I’m working late now, and it’s getting dark outside. I look out the window on Via Cavour, and the sunset is just stunning. The colors are wild—pink, orange, all mixed up. It’s like the sky’s painting a masterpiece.
I take a moment, breathe it in. This is why I love Lonate-Pozzolo. It’s got this vibe, ya know? The mix of old and new, the people, the streets. It’s home.
But then, I hear a crash. I rush outside, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’ve knocked over a trash can. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, they start picking it up. I’m surprised! Kids these days, right?
So, I help them out. We’re laughing, joking around. It’s a good moment. I’m reminded that even on the craziest days, there’s always something good.
Finally, I get back to my vase. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. I’m proud of it. I clean up, and as I lock up the studio, I think about tomorrow. More clay, more surprises. Bring it on, Lonate-Pozzolo!