Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every twist today threw at me, I’d be chillin’ on a beach in Salento right now. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Via Roma, right? The sun’s blazin’ through the window, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my place, barely grabbin’ my coffee from that little bar on the corner of Via Garibaldi. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that look like, “You again?” I mean, c’mon, I’m a broker, not a morning person! Anyway, I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, right?
So, I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down Via Vittorio Emanuele. The streets are packed, as usual. San-Donaci is a small town, but man, it’s got its charm. The old buildings, the narrow streets, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner. But today? Today, it felt like a race against time.
I get to the office, and my boss, Luca, is already on my case. “Where have you been?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m here now.” But he’s all stressed about some big deal that’s about to go down. Apparently, we’re tryin’ to sell this property on Via San Francesco. It’s a sweet spot, but the owner is a total diva.
So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Antonio. He’s like, “You won’t believe this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, he’s at the market on Piazza della Libertà, and he just saw a guy try to haggle over a tomato. A freakin’ tomato! I can’t help but laugh. Only in San-Donaci, right?
Then, outta nowhere, my phone rings. It’s the diva owner. She’s freakin’ out about the price. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a hot market! You gotta be realistic!” But she’s not havin’ it. I can feel my blood boilin’. I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to help you here!
After that, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and the sun hits me like a warm hug. I stroll down to the park near the old church, San Giovanni. It’s peaceful there, ya know? Kids are playin’, old folks are gossipin’. I sit on a bench, just tryin’ to clear my head.
But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinkin’, “Man, can’t we just have one peaceful moment?” But it’s San-Donaci, so of course, drama is everywhere. I chuckle to myself.
Finally, I head back to the office, and guess what? The diva has calmed down. She’s ready to negotiate. I’m like, “Thank you, universe!” We hash it out, and boom! Deal closed. I’m feelin’ like a champ.
But wait, there’s more! As I’m leavin’ the office, I bump into my ex. Ugh, the last person I wanna see. She’s all smiles, and I’m just tryin’ to dodge the awkwardness. “Hey, how’s life?” she asks. I’m like, “Busy, ya know?” But inside, I’m like, “Please, just let me go.”
I finally escape and head to that little pizzeria on Via Roma. You know the one with the best margherita? I order a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit there, thinkin’ about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure.
As I bike home, I can’t help but smile. San-Donaci, with all its quirks and chaos, is my home. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s mine. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.