Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in San-Michele is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via Roma, and I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs. You know, the usual. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Seriously, who designed these streets? They’re like a medieval obstacle course. I’m cursing under my breath, and this old lady, Nonna Rosa, just laughs at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.
Anyway, I finally get to the market at Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m trying to sell my best pig, Gino. He’s a beauty, I tell ya. But everyone’s too busy haggling over tomatoes and cheese. I’m like, “Yo, people! Check out this swine!” But no one’s listening. I’m getting frustrated. I mean, Gino deserves better than this!
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess where it lands? Right in Gino’s pen! Gino freaks out, starts running around like a madman. I’m chasing him, yelling, “Gino, come back!” People are laughing, and I’m just a hot mess. I finally catch him, but not before he knocks over a stand of fresh bread. Ugh! I’m so embarrassed.
After that, I need a break. So, I stroll over to Via delle Vigne. There’s this little café I love. I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I sit down, trying to calm my nerves. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, love is wild.”
Suddenly, the guy storms out, and the girl starts crying. I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” But then, she looks at me, and I’m like, “Uh-oh, don’t cry on me!” I try to cheer her up, telling her about Gino’s antics. She laughs, and for a second, I feel like a hero. But then she asks if I have a pig for sale. I’m like, “Lady, I just had a rough day!”
So, I finish my coffee and head back to the market. I’m determined to sell Gino. I set up a little sign: “Gino the Wonder Pig!” Sounds catchy, right? But still, no bites. I’m getting desperate. I even start doing a little dance, trying to attract attention. People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, this is my life now.”
Finally, this guy walks up. He’s got a fancy suit and everything. I’m thinking, “What’s a suit doing here?” He looks at Gino and says, “I’ll take him.” I’m shocked! I mean, really? After all that? I’m trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m doing cartwheels.
We make the deal, and I’m feeling like a million bucks. I wave goodbye to Gino, and it’s bittersweet. But hey, I’m a swineherd! I’ll get another pig.
As I walk home down Via San Michele, I can’t help but smile. The sun’s setting, and the sky’s all pink and orange. I think about the day—tripping, chasing pigs, coffee drama, and selling Gino. It was chaotic, but it was my chaos.
So yeah, San-Michele, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s adventures!