Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, San-Benedetto-Po really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m strollin’ down Via Roma, right? Just mindin’ my own business, when I spot this old lady, Nonna Maria, tryin’ to cross the street. She’s like 90, bless her heart, and she’s got this huge bag of bread rolls. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But then, bam! A scooter zooms by, and she nearly drops her rolls. I rush over, help her out, and she’s like, “Grazie, giovane!” I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.
But then, I get to the church, and it’s chaos. The choir’s supposed to practice, but half of ‘em are late. I’m like, “C’mon, people! We got a service to prep for!” I mean, it’s not like we’re just sittin’ around eatin’ gelato on Via Garibaldi.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all excited, talkin’ about this new gelato place on Via Mazzini. I’m like, “Dude, we gotta focus!” But he’s relentless. “It’s got pistachio, man! The best!” I’m torn. Gelato or choir practice? Tough call.
Finally, we get through practice, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I step outside, and it’s POURING. Like, seriously, I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. “Great, just great,” I mutter.
So, I duck into this little café on Via Cavour. I order a coffee, and the barista, Luca, is like, “You look like you need a pick-me-up.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We start chattin’, and he tells me about this festival comin’ up. I’m like, “Festival? What festival?” Turns out, it’s a big deal, with food stalls and music. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, something to look forward to!”
But then, I get a call. It’s the church council. They’re all worked up about the roof leak. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?” I mean, it’s always somethin’, right?
After that, I head back to the church, and I see a bunch of kids playin’ soccer in the piazza. They’re havin’ a blast, and I can’t help but smile. I remember when I was a kid, runnin’ around without a care. But then, one of ‘em kicks the ball too hard, and it smashes into the church door. I’m like, “Oh no, not again!”
I go over, and the kids are all apologetic. I’m tryin’ to be stern, but honestly, it’s hard when they’re lookin’ at me with those big eyes. I end up laughin’ it off. “Just don’t do it again, alright?”
As the day winds down, I’m sittin’ on the steps of the church, watchin’ the sunset over the Po River. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m thinkin’ about how crazy today was. I mean, from rescuin’ Nonna Maria to dealin’ with roof leaks, it’s been a rollercoaster.
I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. San-Benedetto-Po, with all its quirks and surprises, is home. And even on the wildest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.