Man, what a day! I swear, Montorio-al-Vomano really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day shearing sheep, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I’m like, “Let’s do this!” I grab my gear and head out. The sun’s barely up, peeking over the hills. Montorio’s got this vibe, man. The streets are all cobblestone, like something outta a movie. I’m strutting down Via Roma, feeling like a boss.
First stop? The sheep farm on the outskirts. I’m all pumped, ready to shear some wool. But guess what? The sheep are acting like they just downed a triple espresso! They’re bouncing around, bleating like they’re auditioning for a choir. I’m like, “C’mon, guys! Chill!”
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a shortcut through the old town. I’m like, “Dude, we’re gonna get lost!” But he’s all, “Trust me!” So, we take a detour down Via della Libertà. It’s beautiful, but I’m sweating bullets.
We end up at this tiny café, La Dolce Vita. I’m thinking, “Okay, a quick espresso won’t hurt.” But then, the barista, this old dude, spills coffee all over the counter. I’m cracking up, and he’s just cursing in Italian. Classic Montorio moment, right?
Finally, we get back to the farm, and I’m ready to shear. But the sheep? They’re still hyper! I’m wrestling with one, and it kicks me right in the shin. Ouch! I’m hopping around like a fool, and Marco’s dying laughing. I’m like, “This is not how I pictured my day!”
After the chaos, I finally get into the groove. Shearing’s kinda meditative, ya know? Just me and the sheep. I’m lost in thought, thinking about how Montorio’s got this mix of old and new. The ancient churches, like San Bartolomeo, standing tall next to modern shops. It’s wild!
But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, a bunch of tourists are lost. They’re wandering around Piazza della Libertà, looking confused. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s a small town! How do you get lost here? I point them in the right direction, and they’re all grateful. Makes me feel like a local hero or something.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back through Montorio, taking in the sights. The sunset over the hills is stunning. I stop by the old castle ruins, just chillin’ for a sec. It’s peaceful, and I’m thinking about how lucky I am to live here.
But then, I trip over a rock. Classic! I’m sprawled out on the ground, laughing at myself. Montorio, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. What a day! I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.