Man, what a day! I woke up in Ospitaletto, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. You know, just me, my axe, and some trees. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You ever had a cappuccino that hits you like a freight train? Yeah, that was me this morning. I was buzzing, ready to take on the world. But then, I spilled it all over my flannel. Classic me, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt anyway?
So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, and I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses in January. I’m like, “C’mon, man! You got this!” But he just looks at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I get it, I’m a lumberjack, not a traffic cop. But still, help a guy out, right?
Then, I head over to the park by the church on Piazza della Libertà. Beautiful spot, man. I love it there. But today? Ugh. There’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re kicking the ball everywhere. One of ‘em nails me right in the shin. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it, mini Messi!” But they just laugh. Kids these days, no respect!
After that, I decide to chill for a bit. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath. And guess what? I see this cute dog. I’m talking about a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m all smiles, thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, the owner yanks the leash, and the dog goes flying. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a rocket!”
So, I finally make my way to the lumberyard. You know, the one on Via Mazzini? Yeah, that place is my second home. I’m ready to chop some wood, feel the power of the axe in my hands. But then, I find out we’re outta stock. Outta stock! I’m fuming. Like, how do you run outta wood? It’s a lumberyard, for crying out loud!
I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I mean, I love Ospitaletto, but sometimes it tests my patience. I think about the beautiful hills surrounding the town. The way the sun sets over the mountains. But then, I remember the wood. No wood, no work.
Just when I’m about to lose it, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this goofy grin on his face. “Hey, man! Let’s grab a beer!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not in the mood.” But he insists. So, we head to this little bar on Via Cavour.
And let me tell you, that beer hit the spot. We’re laughing, talking about the day, and suddenly, I forget all the crap. Ospitaletto’s got this vibe, you know? The people, the streets, the food. It’s like a big family.
But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a suit, looking all fancy. He orders a drink and spills it all over himself. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, dude! You’re in Ospitaletto, not Milan!
By the end of the night, I’m feeling good. I realize that even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade this town for anything. Ospitaletto, with its quirks and charm, is home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? Just another day in the life of a lumberjack in Ospitaletto.