Man, what a day! I’m a shepherd, right? But today, I found myself in San Benedetto del Tronto, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I mean, I’m used to the hills and my sheep, not the hustle and bustle of a city.
So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my flock. But then, my buddy Marco calls me. “Hey, you gotta come to the city today!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I got sheep to tend to!” But he insists. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” So, I throw on my best (which is still pretty shabby) and head out.
First thing I notice when I hit the streets is the smell. Man, it’s a mix of fresh seafood and, uh, something else. I’m walking down Viale Secondo Moretti, and it’s packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m dodging tourists and locals, trying not to trip over my own feet.
Then, I see this street performer on Via Montebello. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop for a sec, and I’m like, “Wow, this guy’s got skills!” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops right on my shoulder. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I look up, and the pigeon’s just chillin’, like it owns the place. I laugh it off, but man, what a way to start the day.
Next, I’m wandering around the Lungomare, right? The beach is beautiful, waves crashing, people sunbathing. I’m thinking, “This is nice.” But then I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to impress his friends by jumping off a rock. He slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he pops up, laughing. Kids are crazy, man.
So, I grab a gelato from this little shop on Corso Giuseppe Mazzini. Best decision ever! I get pistachio, my fave. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Now I look like a walking disaster. I’m trying to clean it up, but it’s just smearing everywhere. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “What would my sheep say?”
After that, I meet up with Marco at a café. We sit outside, and I’m trying to enjoy my coffee, but the waiter is super slow. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got sheep waiting!” Finally, he brings my drink, and it’s cold. I’m fuming, but I just sip it anyway.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to us. She’s got this huge bag of bread. “You boys want some?” she asks. I’m like, “Sure!” So, we start chatting, and she tells us about the history of San Benedetto. Did you know it used to be a fishing village? Crazy, right? She’s got stories for days, and I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in.
But then, I get a text. One of my sheep got loose! I’m like, “Oh no, not now!” I tell Marco, and he’s laughing. “You’re a shepherd in the city now!” I’m panicking, but I can’t leave. I mean, I’m in San Benedetto!
So, I rush back to the beach, thinking I’ll find my sheep wandering around. But instead, I see a bunch of people taking selfies with a giant sand sculpture. I’m like, “Really? A sand sheep?” I can’t even.
Finally, I get back to my flock, and they’re all chillin’, like nothing happened. I’m relieved but also kinda mad. I just spent a whole day in the city, and my sheep didn’t even care!
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, thinking about the day. San Benedetto del Tronto is wild, man. It’s got its charm, but I’m a shepherd at heart. I miss the quiet of the hills. But hey, I’ll take the memories. Pigeon poop and all.