Man, what a day! I swear, San-Cipriano-d-Aversa really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, groggy as hell, and I remember I gotta check on the fields down by Via Roma. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I grab my coffee—thank God for that—then I hop on my bike. The streets are quiet, just the sound of my wheels on the cobblestones.
But then, BAM! I hit a pothole on Via Garibaldi. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I almost flew off my bike! I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna report this. I mean, come on, it’s 2023! Fix your roads, people!
Finally, I get to the fields. The crops are lookin’ decent, but I notice some weird spots on the tomatoes. Ugh, pests! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I start checking ‘em out, and I’m getting all scientific, you know? I’m in my zone, talking to myself like a madman. “Okay, buddy, what’s the plan?”
Then, outta nowhere, this old dude shows up. He’s from the neighborhood, always hangin’ around. His name’s Gino, and he’s got more stories than the local library. He starts rambling about how the weather’s been crazy lately. “You know, back in my day…” and I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, Gino, I get it.” But honestly, I love hearing his tales. They’re wild!
Suddenly, I get a call from my boss. “We need to talk about the irrigation system!” Oh great, just what I wanted. I’m like, “Can’t it wait?” But nooo, it’s urgent. So I pedal back to the office on Via Napoli, dodging kids on scooters and old ladies with their shopping carts.
When I finally get there, my boss is all serious. “We’re losing water pressure.” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not my fault!” But I keep my cool. I mean, I’m an agronomist, right? I gotta be professional. But inside, I’m fuming.
After that, I decide to grab lunch at this little spot on Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. Best pizza in town, no joke! I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I overhear some locals talking about the upcoming festival. They’re all hyped about it, and I can’t help but smile. San-Cipriano-d-Aversa knows how to throw a party!
But then, my pizza arrives, and it’s burnt! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, I’m starving, and now I gotta deal with this? I tell the waiter, and he’s super chill about it. “No problem, we’ll fix it.” So, I wait again, tapping my foot, trying not to lose my mind.
Finally, I get my pizza, and it’s perfect. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. All my anger melts away. I’m sitting there, enjoying my slice, and I see the kids playing in the square. They’re laughing, running around, and I think, “This is what it’s all about.”
After lunch, I head back to the fields. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I see the neighbor’s dog digging up my plants! I’m like, “No way!” I run over, waving my arms like a lunatic. The dog just looks at me, tail wagging. I can’t help but laugh. “You little rascal!”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I ride home through the streets of San-Cipriano-d-Aversa, the sun setting behind the hills. It’s beautiful, man. I think about all the craziness, and I realize it’s just part of the job.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. San-Cipriano-d-Aversa, you wild little town, you never cease to amaze me!