Man, what a day! I swear, Provaglio-d-Iseo is wild. Like, you think you know a place, then bam! It hits you with all this craziness. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I’m already late for my first appointment. Classic me. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I mean, c’mon, it’s not a parade! I almost bumped into this old dude. He was just standing there, staring at the lake like it was the Mona Lisa or something. I wanted to shout, “Hey, buddy, it’s just water!” But I didn’t. Gotta keep it cool, right?
So, I finally get to the café on Via Cavour. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccino in town? Yeah, that place. I order my usual, and the barista, this super chill guy, tells me they’re out of almond milk. Like, are you kidding me? I’m not a monster! I need my almond milk! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve made it myself in like two seconds. But whatever, I settle for regular milk. Ugh.
Then, I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some refractor issue. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’ll fix it.” But they’re all panicky, and I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee. I mean, can’t a guy catch a break? I finish my drink, and I’m off to the job site, which is on Via San Giovanni.
Now, here’s where it gets wild. I get there, and the whole place is a mess. Tools everywhere, and the client is still losing it. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a refractor. We’ll sort it out.” But he’s pacing like a caged animal. I’m trying to focus, but he’s giving me anxiety. I mean, I’m not a therapist, I’m a refractor!
After a while, I finally get the thing working. It’s like magic! The client’s face lights up, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, chasing a soccer ball. He crashes into my setup! I’m like, “Noooo!” Everything goes flying. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this real life?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left picking up the pieces, literally.
By the time I’m done, it’s late afternoon. I’m starving, so I hit up this little trattoria on Via della Libertà. Best pasta ever! I order the spaghetti al pomodoro, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping it down, and life is good again. But then, I overhear this couple arguing at the next table. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my meal. I mean, c’mon, keep it down!
After that, I decide to take a stroll by the lake. The sunset over Lago d'Iseo is breathtaking. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, and I think, “This is why I love Provaglio.” But then, I see a group of teenagers jumping off the pier. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, despite all the chaos, there’s still joy here.
As I’m walking back, I bump into that old dude again. He’s still staring at the lake. I can’t help but chuckle. Maybe he’s onto something. Maybe life’s about just standing still sometimes.
Finally, I get home, exhausted but happy. I flop onto my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Provaglio-d-Iseo, you’ve got my heart. Even with all the madness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. What a day!