Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Quarrata, right? You know, that chill little town in Tuscany. I’m a dental tech, so my life revolves around teeth. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Montalbano, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, come on, lady, I got teeth to fix! I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My buddy Marco is already there, blasting some weird techno music. I mean, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I’m like, “Dude, it’s too early for this!” But he just laughs and cranks it up. Ugh.
So, I’m trying to focus on this denture mold, right? And then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the festival on Via Roma?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m working!” But she’s all hyped up about it. Apparently, they’re having this huge food thing. I’m thinking, “Great, I’ll be stuck here while everyone’s munching on gnocchi and sipping Chianti.”
Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Signor Rossi, walks in. He’s this grumpy old dude who thinks he’s the king of teeth. He starts ranting about some new regulations. I’m just nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just teeth!” But he’s on a roll, and I can’t escape. I swear, I aged five years listening to him.
Finally, lunchtime rolls around. I bolt outta there. I head straight to the festival. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting, and the smell of food? To die for! I grab a plate of tortelli. It’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, scarfing it down, when I bump into my old high school buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Bro, you still doing teeth?” I’m like, “Yeah, and you still playing video games?” Classic Luca.
We start chatting, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s juggling oranges. Like, who juggles at a food festival? I’m laughing, but then he drops one, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up, and he’s like, “Thanks, man!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you owe me a drink for that.”
After the festival, I head back to the lab. I’m pumped, but then I see Marco again. He’s still blasting that techno. I’m like, “Seriously, bro?” But he just grins and hands me a coffee. I guess he knows how to make up for it.
The rest of the day is a blur of teeth and laughter. We’re joking around, making fun of the patients. I mean, some of them have the wildest stories. Like, this one lady came in with a toothache because she thought chewing on ice was a good idea. I’m like, “Lady, you’re not a polar bear!”
By the time I clock out, I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down Via della Libertà, the sun setting behind the hills. Quarrata looks beautiful. I can’t help but smile. This town, with its quirks and charm, always surprises me.
I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. It was crazy, emotional, and full of surprises. Just another day in Quarrata, I guess. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.