Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Rivalta-di-Torino is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging flying bottles. So, let’s rewind to this morning.
I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I sprinted outta my apartment on Via Roma, hair a mess, still in my PJs. Yeah, classy, right? I grabbed a quick espresso at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, gave me that look like, “Dude, get it together.” I just laughed it off.
So, I finally get to the bar, La Dolce Vita, on Via Monviso. It’s a cozy little joint, you know? The kind of place where everyone knows your name, and if they don’t, they’ll make up a nickname for ya. I’m behind the bar, setting up, when in walks this group of tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and totally lost. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard to find the castle!
Anyway, they order a round of spritzes. I whip ‘em up, but one guy spills his all over the bar. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a slip-n-slide!” He just laughs, and I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s hard to stay mad when you’re in Rivalta, surrounded by all this beauty. The hills, the river Po, the old castle—it’s like a postcard come to life.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca shows up. He’s got this wild idea to host a karaoke night. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need—drunk people singing off-key.” But hey, it’s Rivalta, and we gotta keep it lively, right? So, I’m all in.
As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. Locals, tourists, you name it. I’m pouring drinks like a madman. Then, this lady at the end of the bar starts belting out “Volare.” I mean, she’s really into it. Everyone’s clapping, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot. It’s moments like this that make it all worth it.
But then, bam! A fight breaks out. Two guys, both way too drunk, arguing over who knows more about the history of Rivalta. I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna throw punches over a castle?” I jump in, trying to break it up. “Guys, chill! We’re all friends here!”
Finally, I manage to calm ‘em down. They end up hugging it out, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Only in Rivalta, man. Only in Rivalta.
As the night winds down, I’m cleaning up, and I can’t help but feel grateful. This city, with its cobblestone streets and charming piazzas, it’s got a vibe that’s hard to beat. I mean, sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s my chaos.
I lock up the bar, step outside, and take a deep breath. The air’s cool, and the stars are shining over the castle. I think about how lucky I am to call this place home. Rivalta-di-Torino, you crazy little gem, you’ve got my heart.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups, downs, and a whole lotta laughter. Can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow!