Man, what a day! I woke up in San-Remo, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a combine harvester, right? Not your usual job in a city, but hey, I roll with it.
So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Matteotti, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I’m thinkin’, “Great day for a harvest, right?” Wrong! I hit a pothole, and my whole rig shakes like it’s got a mind of its own. I’m like, “C’mon, San-Remo, fix your roads!”
Then I swing by the beach. Oh man, the vibe is unreal. People chillin’, sunbathing, and I’m just there, a giant machine in a sea of sunbathers. I swear, I got some weird looks. Like, “What’s that thing doin’ here?” I’m thinkin’, “I’m just here for the views, folks!”
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I ride?” I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a carnival ride!” But he’s persistent, and I’m like, “Fine, hop on!” His face lights up like it’s Christmas. I’m grinning ear to ear, but inside, I’m like, “What if I accidentally hit the gas?”
After that, I head over to the famous Casino di Sanremo. I’m not a gambler, but I thought, “Why not?” I walk in, and it’s all glitz and glam. I feel outta place, like a cow in a tuxedo. I throw a couple of coins in a slot machine. Ding ding! I win! I’m like, “I’m rich!” But then I realize it’s only a few euros. I laugh it off. “Guess I’m still broke!”
Next, I’m rollin’ down Corso Garibaldi, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should juggle my problems away too!”
But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!” I’m like, “I’m in a combine harvester, bro!” But he insists. So, I make my way to Mercato di Sanremo. The smells hit me first—fresh fish, fruits, and pastries. I’m drooling.
I park my rig, and people are staring again. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m the harvester in the market. What’s up?” I grab some fresh focaccia. It’s heavenly! I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You know, you should really be in the fields.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch!”
As the day winds down, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I drive back along the coast, the sunset painting the sky. It’s beautiful, and I’m like, “This is why I love San-Remo.”
But then, I hit another pothole. Seriously, San-Remo, get it together! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. What a day, right? I’m exhausted but happy. Just another day in the life of a combine harvester in San-Remo. Can’t wait for tomorrow!