Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in San-Marco-in-Lamis, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my coffee at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I could swim in it. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Emergency interpreting gig. Like, right now. Ugh! I spill half my coffee. Classic me.
So, I dash over to the hospital on Via San Francesco. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I get there, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, like a scene from a movie. I’m trying to find the right room, and I’m like, “Where’s the map for this place?”
Finally, I find the room. It’s packed. The family is all stressed out. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “Why did I choose this job?” But then, I see the patient. He’s got this huge smile. Like, how can you be smiling in a hospital? It’s contagious, though. I can’t help but smile back.
So, I start interpreting. The family is all emotional, crying, laughing, you name it. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like a hamster on a wheel. I’m signing like a madman. “You’re gonna be okay!” “We love you!” It’s intense. But then, the doctor walks in. Total buzzkill. He’s all serious, talking about procedures. I’m like, “Dude, can we not ruin the vibe?”
After that, I’m outta there. I need air. I stroll down Via Giuseppe Mazzini, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and the colors are insane. I stop at a little gelato shop. I mean, who can resist? I get pistachio, my fave. It’s like heaven in a cone.
But then, I hear shouting. I look over, and there’s this guy arguing with a street vendor. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, the vendor sold him a fake watch. Like, who even buys watches on the street? I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face is priceless.
I keep walking, and I bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We reminisce about the good ol’ days, like hanging out at the park on Via della Libertà. Those were the days, man.
But then, my phone buzzes again. Another gig. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I rush over to the community center. It’s a workshop for deaf kids. I love this part of my job. The kids are so full of life. They’re signing and laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in.
One kid, Marco, he’s a little troublemaker. He keeps making funny faces while I’m interpreting. I can’t help but crack up. He’s got this wild energy. I’m thinking, “This kid’s gonna be a star.”
The day wraps up, and I’m exhausted but happy. I walk back home through the narrow streets of San-Marco-in-Lamis, and I can’t help but feel grateful. This town, with its charm and quirks, it’s my home.
So yeah, it was a rollercoaster of a day. I laughed, I cried, I got mad, and I loved every minute of it. San-Marco-in-Lamis, you never fail to surprise me!