Man, what a day! I swear, Presicce really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m strolling down Via Roma, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the one that’s been sitting there since last week. My shoes? Ruined. I’m talking soggy socks, the whole nine yards. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Great start, genius.”
Then I hit up the office on Via della Libertà. You know, the one with the weird statue of that guy holding a fish? Yeah, that one. I walk in, and my boss is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” Like, chill, dude! I just got here! But whatever, I dive into the numbers.
And let me tell you, accounting is NOT as boring as it sounds. I mean, have you ever tried to make sense of a spreadsheet while your coworker is blasting Italian pop music? It’s a vibe, but also super distracting. I’m trying to focus, but all I can think about is how I’d rather be munching on some pasticciotto from that little bakery on Via G. Marconi. Ugh, priorities, right?
So, I finally get through the reports. I’m feeling like a champ. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. “Dude, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m like, “What’s happening?” Apparently, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m intrigued, so I bolt outta the office.
I get to the piazza, and it’s packed. People everywhere, laughing, clapping. This guy is juggling flaming torches! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This is the best thing ever!” But then, outta nowhere, one of the torches goes flying. It lands like two feet from me. I’m not gonna lie, I almost peed my pants. But hey, it’s Presicce, right? Gotta live a little!
After the show, I’m feeling pumped. I grab a gelato from that spot on Via C. Battisti. You know the one? They have the best pistachio flavor. I’m savoring it, and life feels good again. But then, I bump into my ex. Ugh, the drama! She’s with some dude, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I try to play it cool, but inside, I’m like a tornado of emotions.
I head back to the office, trying to shake it off. But then, I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some tax issue. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just numbers!” But they’re not having it. I spend the next hour calming them down, explaining everything. By the end, I’m exhausted.
Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m walking home, and the sunset over the olive groves is stunning. I stop for a sec, take it all in. Presicce, with its narrow streets and old buildings, is beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. From puddles to juggling acts to exes, it’s all part of the ride, right?
So, I get home, plop on the couch, and think, “What a wild day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Presicce, you’re a hot mess, but you’re my hot mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!