Man, what a day! I mean, seriously, I thought I knew Mozzate, but today was a whole different level of crazy. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” Little did I know, the universe had other plans.
First off, I’m a Mourner, yeah, that’s my gig. Sounds heavy, huh? But it’s not all doom and gloom. Sometimes, it’s just about being there for folks, you know? Anyway, I head out to Via Roma, thinking I’d grab a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. But guess what? Closed! Like, what kind of coffee shop closes at 8 AM? Ugh! So, I’m standing there, caffeine-deprived, feeling like a zombie.
Then, I decide to stroll down to the park, Parco della Resistenza. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud, like, “Shut up, I’m trying to think!” But then, one of them kicks the ball right into a fountain. Water everywhere! I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious, man.
So, I’m finally getting my zen on, sitting on a bench, when I see this old dude, Mr. Gallo, who’s always got some wild story. He starts talking about the time he met a famous singer in Mozzate. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a karaoke night?” But he’s all serious, saying it was in a bar on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But hey, who knows? Mozzate’s got its secrets.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the cemetery. It’s wild!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Mourner, not a thrill-seeker!” But curiosity got the better of me. So, I head over to Cimitero di Mozzate.
When I get there, it’s packed! I mean, who knew so many people would show up? Turns out, there was a mix-up with the schedule. People were mourning the wrong person! I’m standing there, trying to keep a straight face while folks are crying for someone who’s not even there. It was a mess! I’m thinking, “This is why I don’t do surprises.”
But then, I see this lady, Maria, who’s just lost it. She’s wailing, “Why, why?!” And I’m like, “Lady, wrong grave!” But I can’t say that, right? So, I just pat her back, trying to be supportive. Inside, I’m cracking up.
After all that chaos, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up Pizzeria Da Franco. Best pizza in town, no contest. I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing about the best gelato in Mozzate. I’m like, “Seriously? You’re fighting over ice cream?” But it’s Mozzate, so I guess it makes sense.
Finally, I get my pizza, and it’s glorious! I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. I’m sitting there, savoring every slice, when I notice the sun setting over Via Cavour. It’s beautiful, man. Makes you forget all the craziness of the day.
As I head home, I can’t help but think about how wild life is in Mozzate. One minute, you’re dealing with tears and confusion, and the next, you’re enjoying pizza and sunsets. It’s a rollercoaster, for sure.
So yeah, that was my day. Mozzate, you never cease to amaze me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!