Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a banderillero in Muggio is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, it’s Muggio, so I roll with it.
First thing, I hit up the local café on Corso Milano. Best espresso in town, no cap. I grab my usual, a double shot, and the barista, Luca, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” But whatever, I’m here for the caffeine, not the judgment.
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Muggio? I thought parades were for big cities. But nah, here we are, people dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it’s some local festival. I’m all in, man! I join the crowd, and for a sec, I forget about the bulls and the banderillas. Just vibin’.
But then, reality hits. I gotta get to the arena. I sprint down Via Dante, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics? I’m sweating bullets, but I finally make it. The arena’s packed, and the energy is electric.
Now, let me tell ya, the bulls today were something else. One of ‘em, a massive beast named “El Diablo,” was just staring me down. I swear, I could feel my heart in my throat. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna eat me today.” But then, the crowd goes wild, and I’m pumped.
I step into the ring, and it’s go time. I’m dancing around, waving my banderillas, and the adrenaline is coursing through me. I’m in my zone, man. But then, outta nowhere, El Diablo charges. I barely dodge him, and I’m like, “Whoa, that was close!” My heart’s racing, and I can’t help but laugh.
But then, it happens. I trip. Yup, right in front of everyone. I’m on the ground, and the bull’s coming at me. I’m like, “This is it, folks!” But I roll outta the way just in time. The crowd gasps, and I’m up again, laughing it off. “Just testing the ground!” I shout. They eat it up.
After the madness, I’m back in the stands, catching my breath. I look around, and everyone’s cheering. Muggio’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets, the people, the food. It’s all a part of this crazy life. I spot my buddy Marco, and we high-five. “You see that? I’m a legend!” I joke.
But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call from my mom. She’s in a panic. “Your cousin’s in trouble!” she says. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, he got into a scuffle down on Via Garibaldi. I’m fuming. “What’s wrong with him?” I can’t believe it.
I rush over, and there he is, looking all sheepish. I’m ready to give him a piece of my mind, but then I see the bruises. He got jumped. My anger shifts to concern. “Dude, what happened?” We talk it out, and I’m glad he’s okay. But man, Muggio can be rough sometimes.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but grateful. I walk through the quiet streets, the night air cool against my skin. Muggio’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I think about the day—the highs, the lows, the surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Muggio. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!