Man, what a day! I swear, being a bone cutter in Partinico 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 Sicily, what do ya expect?
I grab my espresso from the bar down the street. You know, the one where old dudes sit and gossip like it’s their job? I love that place. They got the best coffee. I down it quick, ‘cause I’m late. Typical me.
So, I’m hustlin’ to the shop on Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do ya need in front of the same church? Anyway, I get to the shop, and it’s chaos. My buddy Sal’s already there, lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, we got a big one today,” he says. I’m like, “What now?”
Turns out, we got this guy who’s been in a motorcycle accident. His leg’s a mess. I mean, I’ve seen some gnarly stuff, but this? Yikes! I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck, man?”
We get to work, and I’m focused. I’m all about precision, you know? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m cursing under my breath, and Sal’s like, “Chill, it’s just a blackout.” Just a blackout? Dude, we’re in the middle of surgery!
So, we’re fumbling around in the dark, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought a flashlight. I mean, come on! I’m a bone cutter, not a magician! Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!”
We finish up, and the guy’s gonna be okay. I’m feelin’ all proud, like I just won the lottery or somethin’. But then, I step outside, and it’s like a sauna. I’m drenched in sweat. I need a granita, like, yesterday.
I stroll down to the piazza, and there’s this street performer playin’ the accordion. He’s good, man! I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this kid knockin’ over a gelato stand. Ice cream everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid’s just standin’ there, lookin’ like he’s about to cry.
I help clean up, and the gelato guy’s like, “No worries, it happens.” I’m thinkin’, “Only in Partinico, man.” This place is wild.
After that, I hit up my favorite spot on Via Vittorio Emanuele for some arancini. Best in town, no contest. I’m munchin’ away, and life’s good. But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. “You comin’ for dinner?” she asks. I’m like, “Ma, I just got off work!” But you know how it is. Gotta go.
I head over to her place, and she’s got this huge spread. Pasta, meatballs, the works. I’m stuffed, but she’s like, “Eat more!” Classic Italian mom, right?
By the time I get home, I’m beat. I flop on my bed, thinkin’ about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But that’s Partinico for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in this crazy little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!