Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Morciano-di-Romagna is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the hills, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?
First thing, I’m makin’ my famous ciabatta. You know, the one that’s got that perfect crust? Yeah, that one. I’m all pumped, ready to impress the locals. But then, bam! The mixer breaks. Just like that. I’m standin’ there, flour everywhere, lookin’ like a ghost. I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?”
So, I grab my trusty wooden spoon. Old school, baby! I’m mixing by hand, sweat drippin’ down my face. I’m cursing under my breath, thinkin’ about how I should’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I hear a knock on the door. It’s Marco from Via Roma. He’s like, “Hey, man! Got any fresh bread?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’ on it!”
I finally get the dough ready, and it’s lookin’ good. I pop it in the oven, and while I’m waitin’, I decide to take a stroll down Corso Garibaldi. You know, just to clear my head. The streets are quiet, and I’m thinkin’ about how beautiful Morciano-di-Romagna is. The little houses, the cobblestones, the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. It’s like a postcard, man.
But then, I see this guy, right? He’s walkin’ his dog, and the dog decides to take a dump right in front of the bakery. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t you pick it up?” But the dude just shrugs and keeps walkin’. I’m fuming! I mean, come on! I’m tryin’ to make a living here!
I head back, and the bread’s finally done. It’s golden brown, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I pull it out, and the smell? Oh man, it’s heavenly. I slice it up, and people start comin’ in. “Wow, this is amazing!” they say. I’m grinning like an idiot.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca bursts in. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some festival in Piazza della Libertà. I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! It’ll be fun!” So, I close up shop early. I mean, who can resist a festival, right?
We head over, and it’s packed! There’s music, food stalls, and people everywhere. I’m lovin’ it! I grab a slice of piadina, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m dancin’ like a fool, just livin’ in the moment.
But then, I spot that same dog from earlier. And guess what? It’s doin’ its business again! Right in front of the stage! I’m like, “What is wrong with this dog?” The owner’s nowhere to be found. I’m about to lose it, but then I see a kid laughing. And it’s contagious. I can’t help but laugh too.
The night goes on, and I’m feelin’ all the feels. Happy, angry, surprised—everything! Morciano-di-Romagna, man, it’s got a way of throwin’ you curveballs. But that’s what makes it special.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. I head home, my heart full. Tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll be back at it. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. What a wild ride!