Man, what a day! Seriously, Rho, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, ya know? Just another day in this little gem of a city. But nah, Rho had other plans.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-step coffee. I’m like, bro, it’s 8 AM! Just get a cappuccino and move on! But whatever, I’m patient. Kinda.
Finally, I get my espresso. It’s fire! I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, soaking in the vibes. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my morning! I’m standing there, flabbergasted, like, “Is this how Rho greets people?”
So, I wipe it off, trying to keep my cool. I head over to the Parco di Villa Burba. It’s a beautiful park, man. I love it there. I sit on a bench, take a deep breath, and just chill. But then, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball, and WHAM! He kicks it right into my face. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids, man.
After that, I decide to check out the local market on Via Cavour. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes, thinking about making a killer sauce later. But then, this old lady starts yelling at the vendor about prices. I mean, c’mon, it’s a market! Prices fluctuate! But she’s relentless. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.
I finally grab my tomatoes and head to the bus stop. I’m waiting for the 201, scrolling through my phone, when I realize I forgot my wallet at the market. Ugh! I sprint back, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I get there, and the vendor’s holding my wallet, grinning. “You dropped this, young man!” I’m like, “Thanks, but I’m not that young!”
So, I grab my wallet and head back to the bus stop. I’m sweating now, but whatever. I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like garlic and a lady who’s blasting music from her phone. I’m thinking, “Rho, you’re killing me!”
Finally, I get off at the stop near the Castello Visconteo. It’s stunning, man! I love that place. I’m wandering around, taking pics, when I bump into an old friend. We start chatting, and it’s all good vibes until he mentions he’s moving away. I’m like, “No way! You can’t leave Rho!” But he’s got a job offer in Milan. I get it, but still, it stings.
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, reflecting on the day. Rho’s a wild ride, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you get pooped on by a pigeon, kicked in the face by a kid, and almost lose your wallet all in one day?
I get home, exhausted but happy. I throw those tomatoes in a pot, and as I’m cooking, I can’t help but laugh. Rho, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!