Man, what a day! I swear, Ruvo-di-Puglia is a wild ride sometimes. So, I roll into work at my little garage on Via Cavour, right? Just another Tuesday, or so I thought.
First off, I’m sippin’ my espresso, tryin’ to wake up. You know how it is. The sun’s shining, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right.
Around 9 AM, this lady pulls up in a beat-up Fiat. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. She hops out, all frantic. “My car won’t start!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a Fiat. It’s always a Fiat.” But I’m nice, so I check it out. Turns out, her battery’s dead. I’m like, “You gotta be kiddin’ me.”
While I’m jumpin’ her battery, I notice the street’s gettin’ busy. Via Roma is packed with people. I can hear the market vendors shoutin’ about fresh produce. “Pomodori! Melanzane!” It’s like a scene from a movie. I love it, but I’m also thinkin’, “Can’t a mechanic catch a break?”
So, I get the lady’s car goin’, and she’s all smiles. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. “Dude, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m like, “What’s goin’ on?” He just says, “Trust me.”
I finish up with the lady and head over to Piazza Matteotti. Man, it’s packed! There’s a street performer doin’ some crazy tricks. I’m talkin’ fire, juggling, the whole shebang. I’m laughin’ my ass off. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to juggle too. He drops everything and starts cryin’. My heart just sinks. I go over, give him a high-five, and say, “Hey, it’s all good, buddy. Keep tryin’!”
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a scooter just wiped out on Via Dante. I’m like, “Oh man, not again!” I rush over, and he’s fine, just a bit bruised. But his scooter? Total wreck. I can’t help but chuckle. “You sure you’re not tryin’ to fly?” I say. He laughs, and I help him up.
After that, I’m feelin’ kinda pumped. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on Via San Domenico. Best pizza in town, no doubt. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ life’s good. But then, I get a call from my boss. “We need you to fix the delivery van. It’s stuck on Via G. Marconi.” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?”
So, I head over, and it’s a mess. The van’s blocking traffic, and people are honkin’ like crazy. I’m tryin’ to push it outta the way, but it’s heavy. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and this old guy starts yellin’ at me. “Hey! Move it already!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’ on it!”
Finally, I get the van movin’. Everyone cheers, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I trip over a curb and land right in a puddle. Great. Just great. I’m soaked, and everyone’s laughin’. I can’t help but laugh too.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back to my garage, and it’s dark. The streets are quiet now. Ruvo-di-Puglia is beautiful at night. The old buildings glow under the streetlights. I take a deep breath, thinkin’ about all the craziness.
Yeah, it was a wild day. But that’s life, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Ruvo-di-Puglia, you’ve got my heart.