Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Ponte-San-Pietro is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best pastries. I swear, their cornetti are like little bites of heaven. But guess what? They ran out! I mean, c’mon! It’s 8 AM! Who runs out of pastries at 8 AM? I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed a plain croissant instead. Not the same, but whatever.
So, I head to the radio station, right? It’s on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. Buses everywhere, honking like they’re in a race. I’m sittin’ there, stuck in my little car, and I’m like, “Is this a city or a parking lot?” Finally, I get to the station, and I’m already late. Great start, huh?
Once I’m in, it’s chaos. My boss, Marco, is pacing like a caged lion. He’s all like, “We got a situation!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge festival happening in the piazza. You know, the one by the church? They’re expecting thousands of people. And guess who’s in charge of the radio comms? Yep, yours truly.
I’m tryin’ to set up the equipment, but my headset’s acting up. It’s crackling like a bad connection. I’m like, “Seriously? Today of all days?” I finally get it working, and just as I’m about to breathe, I hear a commotion outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! People in costumes, music blaring, confetti everywhere. I’m like, “This is gonna be wild!”
So, I’m on the radio, coordinating with the team. “Hey, we need more coverage on Via Mazzini!” I’m shouting into the mic. But then, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I run outside, and some dude on a scooter just wiped out. I mean, he went flying! But he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts laughing. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. People are scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, soaked to the bone, laughing my head off. I mean, who needs a shower when you can get drenched in the middle of a festival, right?
But then, the best part happens. I’m chatting with this old lady, Maria, who’s selling homemade pasta. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, and she hands me a plate of her gnocchi. I’m like, “Are you kidding me? This is amazing!” I could’ve cried. It was like a warm hug on a rainy day.
As the day goes on, I’m juggling calls, dodging raindrops, and trying to keep my sanity. I’m on the radio, “We need more umbrellas at the main stage!” And then, I hear someone shout, “We’re out of umbrellas!” I’m like, “Great, just great!”
Finally, the rain stops, and the sun peeks out. The crowd goes wild! People are dancing, laughing, and I’m just standing there, taking it all in. Ponte-San-Pietro is alive! The streets are filled with joy, and I can’t help but smile.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I pack up my gear, and as I walk home down Via San Pietro, I can’t help but think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re stressed, and the next, you’re eating gnocchi with an old lady in the rain.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Ponte-San-Pietro. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!