Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Poggio-Renatico, right? This little gem in Italy, chillin’ between Bologna and Ferrara. I mean, it’s cute and all, but today? Ugh.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He messed up my order. Like, how do you screw up a cappuccino? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit. But then he flashed that smile, and I was like, “Fine, you get a pass.”
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old dude on the corner of Via Garibaldi. He’s feeding pigeons. Like, seriously? Who feeds pigeons anymore? But he’s all into it, talking to them like they’re his best buds. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, I love animals, but pigeons? Really?
Then, I decided to stroll down to the park, Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, but today it was packed. Kids running around, parents yelling, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. Finally, I plop down, and guess what? A kid spills his ice cream all over me! I was like, “Dude, really?” But the kid just giggled and ran off. I mean, what can you do? Kids, right?
After that, I was feeling a bit hangry, so I hit up this little trattoria on Via Matteotti. Best pasta ever! I ordered the tagliatelle al ragù, and OMG, it was divine. But then, the waiter, Luca, takes forever to bring it. I’m sitting there, staring at the wall, thinking about life choices. Like, why am I here? Why am I not in a beach somewhere?
Finally, the food arrives, and I’m ready to devour it. But wait! There’s a hair in my pasta! I’m like, “No way!” I called Luca over, and he’s all apologetic. I mean, I get it, mistakes happen. But c’mon, man! I’m trying to enjoy my meal here!
After lunch, I decided to walk it off. I wandered down to the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, but today it was closed. I was bummed. I wanted to see the frescoes. Instead, I just stood outside, staring at the door like it owed me money.
Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I sprinted to the nearest café, which was packed. Everyone was crammed inside, looking like wet dogs. I squeezed in, and guess who I see? Marco! The barista! He’s laughing at me, and I’m like, “Dude, not funny!”
We ended up chatting, and he told me about this festival coming up. Something about food and music. I was like, “Count me in!” Finally, something to look forward to!
But then, as I was leaving, I stepped in a puddle. My shoes were soaked. I was so over it. I just wanted to go home, curl up, and binge-watch some Netflix.
So, I headed back, walking down Via Roma again, feeling like a drowned rat. But then, I saw that old dude again, still feeding the pigeons. And I thought, “Maybe life’s not so bad.” I mean, if he can find joy in feeding birds, I can find joy in my soggy shoes.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade my crazy day in Poggio-Renatico for anything. It’s the little things, right? Even if they drive you nuts sometimes.