Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in Macerata-Campania ain't for the faint-hearted. Woke up early, like, way too early. The roosters were still snoozin’ when I dragged myself outta bed. You know how it is, right? Sheep don’t care about your sleep schedule.
So, I’m out on Via Roma, just me and my flock. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already dodging cars. Seriously, people drive like they’re in a race on that street! I’m like, “Chill, it’s just sheep!” But nah, they’re zooming past, honking like it’s a concert.
Then, outta nowhere, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Via Garibaldi. I’m thinkin’, “A coffee would hit the spot.” So, I tie up my sheep (yeah, I know, not the best idea) and waltz in. The barista, this dude named Marco, is all smiles. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with extra foam?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not fancy, just give me the caffeine!”
While I’m waiting, I hear this commotion outside. Turns out, my sheep decided they wanted a little adventure. They’re outta control, running down the street like they own the place! I bolt outta the café, coffee in hand, yelling like a madman. “Hey! Get back here, you fluffy rebels!”
I chase them down Via San Giovanni, and let me tell ya, it’s not easy. I’m tripping over cobblestones, spilling coffee everywhere. I’m pretty sure I looked like a scene from a comedy movie. Finally, I catch up to them near the old castle ruins. You know, the ones that look like they’re straight outta a fairy tale? Yeah, those.
I’m panting, heart racing, and my sheep are just munching on some grass like nothing happened. I’m like, “Really? You guys just gave me a heart attack!” But then, I can’t help but laugh. They’re so ridiculous.
After that little escapade, I decide to head to the market on Piazza Vittoria. It’s bustling, full of life. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best way to make sauce. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted tomatoes, not a cooking lesson!” But she’s sweet, so I nod along.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this guy selling handmade cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese, so I’m like, “Gimme that!” I buy a chunk, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m standing there, cheese in one hand, tomatoes in the other, feeling like a king.
But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of kids messing around. They’re throwing rocks at a stray dog. I’m like, “What the heck, guys?!” I march over, and I’m ready to give them a piece of my mind. “You think that’s funny? That dog’s just trying to live!” They look at me like I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I shoo them away and give the dog some of my cheese.
The day’s winding down, and I’m exhausted. I head back to my little patch of land, and the sunset over the hills is just stunning. I sit down, watching the sky turn all these crazy colors. It’s peaceful, and I’m grateful.
Macerata-Campania, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home. Even with the chaos, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just me, my sheep, and a whole lotta memories. What a day, huh?