Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Massa-Marittima is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning espresso. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting, and this old dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s sunny. What else is there to say? But he goes on and on about how the sun’s been “too hot” lately. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s Italy! Get used to it!”
Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all pumped. I head over to the workshop on Via della Libertà. It’s a small place, but it’s got character, ya know? Old tools hanging on the walls, the smell of sawdust in the air. I love it. But today? Today was a mess.
So, I’m working on this big project, right? A fancy bone sculpture for some rich guy. He wants it to look like a lion or something. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, let me just whip out my magic wand.” But I’m in the zone, carving away, and then BAM! My chisel slips. I’m like, “Nooooo!” I almost lost a finger.
I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my mom. “Hey, Mom, I’m missing a finger because I was trying to make a lion.” Yeah, that’ll go over well.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a cat chasing a pigeon down at Piazza Garibaldi. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not even surprising. It’s a cat.” But he’s all animated, waving his arms around. I can’t help but laugh.
After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Duomo di Massa Marittima. Man, that place is stunning! The architecture is insane. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, when I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Get a room!” But then I remember how nice it is to be in love. Ugh, feelings.
So, I head back to the workshop, and guess what? The rich guy shows up early. I’m not ready! I’m still covered in dust and sweat. He walks in, and I’m like, “Welcome to my humble abode!” He looks at the half-finished lion and raises an eyebrow. I can feel my heart racing.
He starts nitpicking every little detail. “This doesn’t look like a lion.” “That’s not the right shade.” I’m about to lose it. I mean, come on! It’s a work in progress! But I keep my cool. “Sure, let’s make it more lion-y.” Whatever that means.
Finally, he leaves, and I’m just drained. I grab a quick bite at this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. The pasta is bomb, but the waiter is a total jerk. He spills wine on my shirt. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your napkin!” But I laugh it off. What else can you do?
As the day winds down, I take a walk through the old town. The sunset over the hills is breathtaking. I can’t help but feel grateful. Massa-Marittima, with its narrow streets and ancient buildings, has a charm that gets me every time.
I think about the day. The ups, the downs, the weirdos I met. It’s all part of the gig. Being a bone cutter ain’t easy, but it’s never boring. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Massa-Marittima. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!