Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Morlupo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walking down Via Roma, and it’s already buzzing. You know how it is—people rushing, cars honking, and that one guy selling fresh pastries. I can’t resist. I grab a cornetto. Best decision ever! But then, I spill coffee on my shirt. Classic me, right?
So, I get to this job on Via della Libertà. Old lady wants a new window. Easy peasy, I think. But when I get there, the window frame is all messed up. Like, who even does that? I’m trying to measure it, and the lady’s just chatting away about her cat, Gigi. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix your window, not hear about Gigi’s latest antics!” But she’s sweet, so I just nod and smile.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m standing there, tools in hand, soaked to the bone. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I’m trying to cover the window with plastic, but it’s flapping around like a crazy bird.
Finally, I get it done. I’m drenched, but the window looks good. I’m feeling proud, ya know? But then, the lady insists on giving me a slice of her homemade lasagna. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a food critic!” But I can’t say no. It’s actually bomb. I’m stuffing my face, and she’s telling me about Morlupo’s history. Did you know it’s got roots back to the Roman times? Crazy, right?
After that, I head over to Piazza della Repubblica. I need to grab some supplies. The market’s buzzing, and I’m dodging tourists left and right. I swear, they walk so slow! I’m like, “C’mon, people, I got glass to cut!”
I finally get my stuff and head back. But wait! I see this street performer on Via della Vittoria. He’s juggling fire! I stop, totally mesmerized. I mean, who juggles fire in Morlupo? It’s wild! I’m clapping, and he winks at me. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he pulls it off.
Then, I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you coming to the bar later?” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a monsoon and a cat lady. I need a drink!” So, I finish up my day, and I’m heading to the bar on Via dei Fiori.
When I get there, it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just happy to be off my feet. I order a beer, and Marco’s there, cracking jokes. We’re talking about the day, and I’m like, “You won’t believe the lasagna I had!”
As the night goes on, I’m feeling good. I’m surrounded by friends, the vibe is right, and I’m just grateful. Morlupo, with its winding streets and quirky people, it’s home. Sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s my chaos.
So yeah, that was my day. From a cat lady to fire jugglers, Morlupo never fails to surprise me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!