Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every crazy thing that happened in Rossano today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. I’m a baker, so that’s my jam. The smell of fresh bread is my alarm clock. But today? Ugh, I was already feeling off.
I roll outta bed, and my cat, Pesto (yeah, I named him after sauce), is just staring at me like I owe him money. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m gonna feed ya.” So, I whip up some dough for my famous ‘pane di Rossano’—it’s a local thing, you know? People go nuts for it.
I head out to Via Roma, and it’s still dark. The streets are empty, just me and the sound of my flip-flops slapping against the cobblestones. I’m thinking, “This is peaceful.” But then, BAM! A stray dog comes outta nowhere and nearly trips me. I’m like, “Bro, watch it!” But he just looks at me like I’m the problem.
Anyway, I get to the bakery, and it’s a mess. Flour everywhere. I mean, I love baking, but come on! I didn’t sign up for a flour fight. I start mixing, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you coming to the festival later?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in dough here!” But I can’t resist. The ‘Festa di San Marco’ is a big deal in Rossano.
So, I’m baking away, and the smell is heavenly. I’m feeling good, right? Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m standing there in the dark, flour-covered and panicking. “What the heck?!” I shout. I can’t bake without power! I’m about to lose it.
I grab my phone, and it’s dead. Of course! Just my luck. I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the angry customers. I mean, who wants to wait for their bread? Not in Rossano, that’s for sure.
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus! I get back to work, and just as I’m pulling out the first batch, my neighbor, Signora Lucia, barges in. She’s like, “You got any of that ‘pane di Rossano’ ready?” I’m like, “Lady, I just pulled it out of the oven!” But she’s already grabbing a loaf. Classic Lucia.
Then, I remember I promised to bring some bread to the festival. So, I pack a basket full of goodies and head out. The streets are buzzing now. Via Nazionale is packed with people. Kids running around, old folks chatting, and the smell of fried dough in the air. I’m like, “This is what life’s about!”
I get to the festival, and it’s wild. Music blasting, people dancing. I set up my little stand, and boom! Customers are lining up. I’m feeling like a rockstar. “Get your fresh bread here!” I shout.
But then, this guy comes up, and he’s like, “Is this gluten-free?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s bread. What do you think?” I mean, come on! It’s Rossano, not a health food store!
As the sun sets, the vibe is just perfect. I’m selling bread like hotcakes. I even see Marco dancing with some girl. I’m like, “Get it, bro!” But then, I notice my basket is empty. I’m outta bread!
I’m feeling a mix of pride and panic. I can’t believe I sold it all. But then, I see a little kid with a sad face. He’s staring at my empty stand. My heart sinks. I can’t let this kid down. So, I pull out a leftover roll from my pocket (don’t judge me, it’s a baker’s secret). I hand it to him, and his face lights up.
That moment? Pure magic. I’m like, “See? Bread brings happiness!”
As I pack up, I’m exhausted but happy. Rossano is wild, but it’s my wild. I love this place. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the ride.
So, I head home, thinking about tomorrow. More baking, more craziness. But hey, that’s life in Rossano, right? Can’t wait for the next adventure!