Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ with the sun blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. Thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the market at Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with all the colorful stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some fresh veggies, right? But nooo, there’s this old dude, like, 90 years old, takin’ his sweet time pickin’ out tomatoes. I’m standin’ there, like, “C’mon, man! I got sharpenin’ to do!” Finally, I just mutter, “Hey, buddy, those tomatoes ain’t gonna run away!” He looks at me like I’m the devil. Whatever, dude.
So, I finally get my stuff and head to my shop on Via Cavour. It’s a tiny place, but it’s mine. I got my tools all lined up, ready to make some blades shine. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, he’s got a new knife. Not just any knife, but a freakin’ samurai sword! I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just grins and says, “You know a guy.” Classic Marco.
Anyway, I’m tryin’ to focus on my work, but that sword is just sittin’ there, gleamin’ like it’s callin’ me. I’m like, “Okay, fine! Let me sharpen that thing!” So, I take it, and man, it’s heavy! I’m feelin’ like a warrior or somethin’. I start workin’ on it, and it’s like magic. The blade just glides under my hands. I’m in the zone, you know?
But then, disaster strikes! My phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You forgot to pick up the bread!” I’m like, “Mom, I’m a sharpener, not a baker!” But she’s relentless. “You better get it or no pasta tonight!” Ugh, the guilt! So, I rush outta the shop, sword still in hand, and head to the bakery on Via Garibaldi.
I get there, and the line is insane! I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “Why is everyone in San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia suddenly craving bread?” I finally get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta my favorite kind! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” The baker just shrugs. I’m about to lose it. But then, I see a fresh batch comin’ out. I’m like, “YES!” Grabbed a loaf and bolted outta there.
On my way back, I pass by the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I stop for a sec, just takin’ it all in. San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia is gorgeous, man. The waves crashin’, the sky all orange and pink. Makes you forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I hear a kid yellin’. He’s runnin’ after a seagull, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a bird!” Kids, man.
Finally, I get back to my shop, bread in one hand, sword in the other. Marco’s still there, laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Shut up, I’m a busy man!” But deep down, I’m just happy. I finish sharpenin’ that sword, and it’s a beauty. I can’t help but feel proud.
As the day winds down, I sit outside my shop, eatin’ some bread, watchin’ the world go by. San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia is alive, and I’m part of it. Sure, it was a wild ride, but that’s what makes it worth it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just me, my sharpener’s tools, and this crazy little town. What a day, huh?