Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a banderillero in Rosate is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m pumped. Today’s the big event at the Plaza della Libertà.
I grab my gear, head out, and boom! I trip over my own feet on Via Garibaldi. Classic me. I’m already late, and now I’m just a mess. I finally get to the plaza, and it’s packed! People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I can feel the energy, ya know? The crowd’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Let’s do this!”
But then, outta nowhere, this dude in a bright orange shirt starts yelling. I think he’s lost or something. Turns out, he’s just super hyped about the bulls. I mean, who isn’t? But chill, man! I’m tryin’ to focus here.
So, the first bull comes out. It’s massive! I swear it’s got muscles on its muscles. I’m standing there, heart racing, and I’m like, “This is it!” I get my banderillas ready, and the adrenaline kicks in. I’m darting around, trying to avoid those horns. It’s like a dance, but with way more risk.
Then, I see my buddy Marco on the sidelines. He’s waving like a madman, probably trying to distract me. I roll my eyes. “Dude, focus!” But I can’t help but laugh. That’s Rosate for ya—everyone’s got their own vibe.
After a few rounds, I finally land a solid hit. The crowd goes wild! I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, the bull gets angry. Like, really angry. It charges at me, and I’m like, “Oh crap!” I dodge just in time, but my heart’s in my throat.
Later, I’m catching my breath by the fountain on Via Cavour. I’m drenched in sweat, but I’m grinning like an idiot. This is what I live for! But then, I see a kid drop his ice cream. My heart sinks. I mean, come on! That’s just cruel. I buy him a new one, and his face lights up. Small wins, right?
As the day goes on, I’m just vibin’ with the crowd. We’re all in this together. I chat with some locals, and they’re telling me stories about the old days. Like, did you know Rosate used to have a bullfighting festival every summer? Crazy!
But then, outta nowhere, the sky darkens. I’m like, “No way, not now!” And then it starts pouring. I’m soaked, the crowd’s scattering, and I’m just standing there, laughing. This day is a mess, but it’s my mess.
Finally, I head back home, drenched and exhausted. I can’t stop smiling. Rosate, with all its quirks and chaos, is my home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I flop onto my bed, thinking about tomorrow. More bulls, more craziness. Bring it on!