Man, what a day! I swear, Qualiano is wild. Like, I thought I knew this place, but today? Total rollercoaster. 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 running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Via Roma. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, him. He’s always got that smirk. Anyway, I spill half my cappuccino on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.”
So, I hop on my scooter, zooming down Via San Francesco. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Qualiano? I’m stuck behind this old dude in a Fiat. He’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m losing it. I’m yelling at my phone like it’s gonna help. “C’mon, man! Move it!”
Finally, I get to the boutique. It’s on Via Giuseppe Mazzini, and I’m all pumped to style some clients. But guess what? The power’s out. No lights, no music, nada. I’m standing there like an idiot, waiting for the universe to send me a sign. Or at least some Wi-Fi.
Then, outta nowhere, my bestie, Carla, shows up. She’s got this wild idea. “Let’s go to the market!” she says. I’m like, “Girl, I’m supposed to work!” But she’s got that look. You know the one. So, we ditch the boutique and head to the market on Via Roma.
OMG, the market is buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these cute little stalls. I’m in heaven. I grab some figs, and Carla’s haggling like a pro. I’m just standing there, munching on a peach, thinking life is good. But then, I see this guy. He’s wearing the most ridiculous outfit. Like, who wears neon green pants? I can’t help but laugh.
After the market, we decide to hit up this café on Via della Libertà. I order a slice of sfogliatella, and it’s heavenly. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. “I need a last-minute appointment!” Ugh, seriously? I’m about to lose it. But I can’t say no. So, I rush back to the boutique, and guess what? The power’s back!
I’m styling like a madwoman. The client loves it, and I’m feeling like a genius. But then, I trip over a bag. I go flying, and my hair gets caught in the rack. I’m stuck, looking like a hot mess. Carla’s dying laughing. “You okay, fashionista?”
Finally, I get free, and we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Qualiano, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I love the chaos, the people, the vibe. Even the neon pants guy.
As I ride home, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just grateful for the wild ride. Qualiano, you never disappoint!