Man, what a day! I woke up in Montanaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a Mourner, right? So, my job is to be all sad and stuff, but today? Today was a whole different vibe.
I started my morning at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and this old dude next to me starts ranting about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Montanaro! It’s always a bit moody. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic Italian drama, am I right?
So, I finish my coffee and head to the cemetery. Yeah, I know, sounds morbid, but it’s my gig. I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, and I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming around like he’s in the Tour de France or something. Almost crashes into me! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini Lance Armstrong!” He just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, man.
When I get to the cemetery, it’s packed. Like, who knew so many people were dying to get in? (Pun totally intended.) I’m trying to keep it together, but then I see this family. They’re all crying, and I’m like, “C’mon, guys, it’s just a funeral.” But then I remember, I’m supposed to be the sad one. So, I put on my best frown and start doing my Mourner thing.
But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts wailing. I mean, full-on opera style. I’m standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, lady, chill! It’s not a concert! But then I feel bad for her. I mean, grief is a weird thing, right? It hits you like a truck.
After the ceremony, I’m walking back through the streets, and I pass by the old fountain on Piazza della Libertà. It’s one of those places where you just wanna sit and think. But today? Nah, I’m too wired. I see a gelato stand and think, “Why not?” I grab a scoop of pistachio. Best decision ever!
Then, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s a local artist, always painting something weird. Today, he’s working on this mural of a giant cat. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the cat?” He shrugs and says, “It’s a metaphor for life.” I roll my eyes. “Sure, man, whatever floats your boat.”
But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need you at another funeral.” I’m like, “Seriously? I just did one!” But you know how it is. Gotta pay the bills. So, I head over to Via Mazzini, and it’s a whole different scene. This time, it’s a young guy. Everyone’s in shock. I can feel the anger in the air. Like, why him? It’s not fair.
I’m standing there, trying to hold it together, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about life, death, and all that heavy stuff. And then, I see a kid playing with a balloon nearby. He’s laughing, and it hits me. Life goes on, right? Even when it feels like the world’s ending.
After the funeral, I’m exhausted. I head to my favorite pizzeria, Da Giovanni, on Via della Repubblica. I order a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit there, munching away, and I can’t help but smile. Montanaro, with all its quirks, is home.
As I walk back, the sun’s setting over the hills. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I think, “Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.” Sure, it was emotional, chaotic, and a bit wild, but that’s life in Montanaro. Full of surprises, laughter, and a whole lotta love.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a Mourner in Montanaro. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!