Man, what a day! I swear, Mondragone really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? Like, 5 AM early. I’m a machine milking operator, so I gotta get my butt to the farm. But today? Today was a whole different story.
First off, I’m driving down Via Appia, and I’m half asleep, sipping my coffee. You know, the usual. Suddenly, this pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. Like, dude, you really wanna test me this early? I slam the brakes, spill coffee everywhere. Great start, right?
Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. The milking machines are acting up. I mean, come on! I’m not a mechanic! I’m just here to milk cows, not fix machines. So, I’m wrestling with this thing, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on the beach!” I’m like, “What? A goat? On the beach?” He’s cracking up, and I’m just trying to picture it. Mondragone’s beaches are nice, but a goat? Really?
After the milking fiasco, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the beach, you know, Lungomare di Mondragone. The sun’s shining, waves crashing, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie with a gelato, but they’re all over the place. One dude drops his cone, and it’s like slow-mo. I’m dying laughing.
But then, I get mad. Like, why can’t people just enjoy the moment? They’re too busy trying to get the perfect pic. I mean, it’s gelato, not a Picasso!
So, I head back to the farm, and guess what? The cows are acting up too. They’re mooing like they’re in a concert. I’m like, “Chill, ladies! I’m just here to do my job!” But no, they’re not having it.
Later, I’m on Via Roma, and I see this old man selling fresh produce. I stop to chat. He’s got the best tomatoes ever. I’m talking juicy, red, the kind that makes you wanna slap your mama. He tells me about the local markets, and I’m like, “Man, I gotta come here more often.”
But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need you to work late.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me? I’ve had enough of this day!” But what can I do? Gotta pay the bills, right?
So, I’m back at the farm, and it’s dark now. I’m milking cows under the stars, and it’s kinda peaceful. I start thinking about how crazy today was. From pigeons to goats to tourists, Mondragone is wild.
Finally, I wrap up and head home. I’m exhausted but happy. I love this place, even with all its quirks. Mondragone, you crazy, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
And that’s my day. Just another rollercoaster in this beautiful mess we call life.