Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a violin maker in Sacile is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Via Roma. Love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, cobblestones, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery. I grab a cornetto—best in town, no contest. But then, BAM! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.”
So, I’m walking, trying to shake it off. I pass by the beautiful Ponte delle Capre. Seriously, that bridge is a gem. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think about how many violins I’ve made while staring at that view. It’s peaceful, man. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks me over! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not a traffic cone!”
Finally, I get to my workshop on Via Garibaldi. It’s my sanctuary. Wood shavings everywhere, tools scattered like a tornado hit. I’m in my zone, right? But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all hyped about some new wood he found. “You gotta see this!” he says. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a masterpiece here!” But I can’t resist.
We head to this little shop near Piazza del Popolo. The owner, old man Luigi, is a legend. He’s got this stash of wood that’s like gold. I’m drooling. But then, Marco starts haggling like he’s buying a car. I’m just standing there, cringing. “Dude, just pay the man!” But Marco’s like, “Nah, I can get it cheaper.” I’m ready to strangle him.
After what feels like an eternity, we finally get the wood. I’m pumped! Back to the workshop, right? But then, I realize I left my favorite chisel at home. Ugh! I’m fuming. It’s like forgetting your phone at a concert. So, I rush back, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need in front of the Duomo?
Finally, I get home, grab the chisel, and head back. I’m exhausted, but I’m ready to create magic. I start working on this violin, and it’s coming together beautifully. The wood sings under my hands. I’m in the zone, man. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run to the window, and there’s a delivery guy who just dropped a whole stack of pizzas. I can’t help but laugh.
Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the river. The sunset over the Livenza is breathtaking. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Sacile is beautiful, man. The colors, the sounds, the people. It’s like a painting come to life.
But then, I get a text from Marco. “Hey, wanna grab a drink?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, we hit up this little bar on Via Mazzini. It’s cozy, and the owner knows how to make a killer spritz. We’re laughing, talking about the day, and I’m just grateful.
By the end of the night, I’m tipsy and happy. Sacile, with all its quirks, is home. I’m a violin maker, and yeah, it’s a wild ride. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Bring it on!