Man, what a day! I swear, Mesagne is wild. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. Thought it was gonna be chill. Nope. Not even close.
First off, I had a race at the local track. You know, the one near the old castle? Castello Normanno-Svevo? Yeah, that place. I was pumped. My horse, Bella, she’s a beauty. But she was acting all weird. Like, come on, girl, we gotta win this!
So, I’m at the stables, right? And I’m tryin’ to calm her down. But she’s just prancing around like she’s got ants in her pants. I’m like, “Chill, Bella! We’re not in a dance-off!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always late. I swear, he thinks time is a suggestion. He’s like, “Yo, did I miss the race?” I’m like, “Dude, it starts in 10!” He just laughs and says, “Relax, it’s Mesagne. We got time.”
Finally, we get to the track. The crowd’s buzzing. I can feel the energy. But then, I see this guy, Franco, from the rival stable. He’s smirking at me. Ugh, I hate that guy. He thinks he’s all that just ‘cause he won last week. I’m like, “Bro, it’s one race. Chill out.”
The race starts, and I’m on Bella, and we’re off! I’m feelin’ the wind, the adrenaline, everything. But halfway through, Bella decides she wants to take a detour. Like, seriously? We’re in a race, not a sightseeing tour! I’m yelling, “No, no, no!” But she’s like, “Look, a butterfly!”
I’m fuming. I can’t believe this. But then, outta nowhere, she kicks it into high gear. We’re flying down the track! I’m screaming, “Let’s go, Bella!” The crowd’s going nuts. I’m feeling like a rockstar.
We cross the finish line, and I’m like, “Did we win?” Turns out, we did! I’m jumping up and down, hugging Bella. I’m like, “You did it, girl!” But then I see Franco. He’s not happy. He storms over, all red-faced. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.”
He starts talking smack. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a race. Get over it!” But he’s not having it. I’m ready to throw down right there on Via Roma. But Marco pulls me back. “Chill, man. It’s Mesagne. Let it go.”
So, I let it go. We head to a bar on Corso Garibaldi to celebrate. I’m ordering a drink, and the bartender’s like, “You’re the jockey, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” He pours me a shot of something strong. I down it like a champ.
The night’s getting wild. We’re laughing, telling stories. I’m feeling on top of the world. But then, I get a text. It’s from my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to feed the cat?” I’m like, “Mom, I just won a race!” But she’s not impressed. Classic.
As the night goes on, I’m wandering the streets of Mesagne. The lights are twinkling, and I’m just soaking it all in. I pass by the old church, and it hits me. This place is home. It’s crazy, it’s beautiful, and it’s mine.
But then, I trip over a cobblestone. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I look around, and some locals are laughing. I laugh too. It’s all good. Just another day in Mesagne, right?
So, I stumble back to my place, exhausted but happy. I’m thinking about tomorrow. More races, more adventures. Who knows what’ll happen next? But for now, I’m just grateful. Mesagne, you’ve got my heart.