Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Saluzzo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via Roma, and I’m already dodging tourists. Like, c’mon people, it’s not a parade! I’m just tryin’ to get to my workshop. But nooo, they’re all snapping pics of the Palazzo Comunale. I mean, it’s a nice building and all, but I got stoves to make!
So, I finally get to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little place, filled with metal and fire. My happy place, ya know? I’m just about to start hammering away when my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon or something. Turns out, he saw a street performer on Piazza Cavour who was juggling flaming torches. I mean, who does that? I’m like, “Dude, I make stoves, not fireballs!” But I can’t help but laugh.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a customer, right? Wants a custom stove, but they want it in neon pink. I’m like, “What are you, a flamingo?” But hey, a job’s a job. So, I say yes, but inside I’m cringing. Pink? Really?
After that, I’m back to work, hammering away, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s this old lady, Mrs. Bianchi, who’s just knocked over a whole cart of fresh produce. Tomatoes everywhere! I’m talkin’ a red tsunami. She’s flailing her arms, yelling in dialect, and I’m just standing there, half-laughing, half-helping. “Signora, it’s not a food fight!”
Finally, I get back to my stoves. I’m in the zone, right? But then, my neighbor, Luigi, decides it’s a good time to start blasting opera music. Like, c’mon man! I’m trying to concentrate here! I can’t think with Pavarotti screaming in my ear. So, I yell over, “Hey, Luigi! Save the drama for the stage!”
But then, something magical happens. I step outside for a breather, and the sunset over the hills is just breathtaking. The colors are wild, like a painter went nuts with a brush. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels, and I think, “This is why I love Saluzzo.” The vibe, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm.
As I’m soaking it in, I bump into Sofia, the baker from down the street. She’s got this huge loaf of bread, and I’m like, “You’re gonna share, right?” She laughs and hands me a piece. Best bread ever! I’m munching away, and life feels good again.
But then, I remember I still gotta finish that pink stove. Ugh! So, I head back, and I’m hammering away, thinking about how I’m gonna make this thing work. I mean, who even wants a pink stove? But whatever, I’ll make it fabulous.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I lock up the shop and stroll down Via Mazzini, feeling the buzz of the city. Saluzzo’s alive at night, with lights twinkling and laughter echoing. I can’t help but smile.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of madness. But that’s Saluzzo for ya. Never a dull moment!