Man, what a day! I swear, Palagonia really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a machine milking operator, right? Sounds chill, but today was anything but.
I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, it’s just a suggestion. I rushed outta my apartment on Via Roma, barely had time to grab a coffee. You know, the good stuff from that little café on the corner? The one with the best cornetti? Yeah, that one. But of course, they were out. Classic.
So, I’m zooming down the streets, dodging scooters and old ladies with their shopping carts. Seriously, they’re like ninjas. I hit Via Garibaldi, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? I’m stuck behind this dude in a tiny Fiat, and he’s just vibing to some old-school Italian tunes. I’m like, “Bro, we’re not at a concert!”
Finally, I get to the farm. It’s a bit outta town, near the fields of sunflowers. Beautiful sight, but I’m not here for the views. I’m here to milk some cows. Yeah, I know, glamorous life, right? But hey, someone’s gotta do it.
So, I get the machines all set up. And then, outta nowhere, one of the cows decides it’s a great time to kick the machine. I mean, come on! I’m just trying to do my job here! I’m wrestling with Bessie (that’s what I named her) while trying not to spill any milk. It’s like a rodeo, but with more mooing.
After that chaos, I finally get a moment to breathe. I step outside for a sec, and the sun’s shining, the birds are chirping. It’s actually kinda nice. I think about how Palagonia’s got this charm. The old buildings, the narrow streets, the way the light hits the piazza. But then, I remember I still gotta finish my shift.
Back inside, I’m milking away, and my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me about this time he got lost in the woods near the Castello di Palagonia. Like, how do you even get lost there? It’s a castle! But he swears he saw a ghost. I’m rolling my eyes, but it’s hilarious.
Then, just when I think the day can’t get crazier, the power goes out. Yup, in the middle of milking. I’m standing there in the dark, holding a cow’s udder, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light.
Finally, the power comes back, and I’m relieved. But then I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’ve knocked over a fence. I’m like, “Seriously? You guys are gonna get me in trouble!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids, man.
By the time I finish up, I’m exhausted. I head back to the city, and I’m thinking about that gelato place on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I deserve a treat after today, right? I get there, and it’s packed. Of course. I wait in line, and when I finally get to the front, they’re outta my favorite flavor. Ugh!
So, I settle for pistachio. Not bad, but not what I wanted. I sit on a bench in the piazza, watching the world go by. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I think about how crazy today was, but also how much I love this place. Palagonia, with all its quirks and surprises.
I head home, tired but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy this gelato. Life’s too short, right?