Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a picador in San Giuseppe Vesuviano 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.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up my fav café, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best sfogliatella in town? I’m there, sippin’ my espresso, and boom! This dude walks in, all decked out in a Napoli jersey, and starts yellin’ about the game last night. Like, bro, chill! It’s 8 AM! But hey, I get it. Football’s life here.
So, I finish my coffee and head to the bullring. Yeah, we got one here! It’s not like the big ones in Spain, but it’s ours, ya know? I’m preppin’ for the afternoon’s event. The vibe is electric. People are buzzin’ around, chattin’ on Via Giuseppe Mazzini, and I’m feelin’ pumped.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady, Nonna Rosa, comes up to me. She’s like, “You better not mess up today, picador!” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “No pressure, right?” She’s a legend in these parts. Everyone knows her. She’s got stories that could fill a book.
Anyway, the event kicks off. The crowd’s wild, and I’m in my zone. But then, disaster strikes! One of the bulls gets loose. I mean, it’s like a scene from a movie. People are runnin’, screamin’, and I’m just standin’ there like an idiot. I finally snap out of it and jump into action.
I chase that bull down Via San Francesco. It’s like a scene from a cartoon. I’m dodgin’ people, cars, and even a stray dog. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. I’m gonna be the guy who got gored in San Giuseppe Vesuviano.” But I finally corner the bull near the old church on Via Roma. Heart’s racin’, but I manage to calm it down. Phew!
After that, I’m feelin’ like a hero. The crowd’s cheerin’, and I’m just baskin’ in the glory. But then, I see my buddy Marco, who’s supposed to help me with the next round. He’s sittin’ at a bar, drinkin’ a beer! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doin’?” He just shrugs and says, “I needed a break.” Classic Marco.
So, we get back to it, and I’m on a roll. The energy’s insane. People are shoutin’ my name, and I’m just livin’ for it. But then, I trip over my own feet. Yup, right in front of everyone. I’m down, and the crowd goes silent. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what else can ya do?
Later, I’m walkin’ home, still buzzin’ from the day. I pass by the old market on Via Roma, and the smell of fresh produce hits me. I grab some tomatoes and mozzarella. Gotta make a caprese salad, right?
As I’m headin’ home, I think about how crazy today was. From bull chasin’ to trippin’ in front of a crowd, it’s all part of the gig. San Giuseppe Vesuviano, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!