Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little apartment on Via Roma, 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 head to my fave café, Caffè Centrale. I’m craving a cappuccino, like, you have no idea. But guess what? They’re outta milk! In Italy! How does that even happen? I mean, come on, it’s not like I asked for almond milk or something. Just regular ol’ cow juice, please! So, I settle for an espresso. Strong enough to wake the dead.
After that, I stroll down Corso Vittorio Emanuele. It’s a beautiful street, lined with those cute little shops. I’m just vibing, you know? Then, BAM! I bump into an old client, Marco. He’s a sweet guy but has the emotional range of a teaspoon. He starts unloading about his breakup. I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But I can’t just ghost him, right? So, I listen.
We end up sitting on a bench near the Parco della Libertà. It’s a nice park, but I’m sweating bullets. I mean, it’s like 30 degrees out! And Marco’s going on and on about his ex. I’m trying to give him solid advice, but all I can think is, “Man, I need a gelato!”
Finally, I manage to escape. I grab a cone from Gelateria Artigianale. Best gelato in town, no cap. I get the pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. But then, I see this kid drop his ice cream. My heart breaks a little. I mean, who hasn’t been there, right? So, I buy him another one. I’m feeling like a hero for a hot sec.
But then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. Apparently, there’s a crisis at the clinic. Some drama with a client. I’m like, “Can’t a person catch a break?” So, I rush over to the clinic on Via Garibaldi.
When I get there, it’s chaos. People are crying, phones are ringing, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. I’m running around like a headless chicken. I finally sit down with the client, and it’s intense. I mean, I’m talking tears, anger, the whole shebang. It’s exhausting, but also kinda rewarding.
After that, I need to decompress. I hit up the local pizzeria, Pizzeria Da Michele. I order a margherita, and it’s like heaven on a plate. Seriously, the cheese is so gooey, I could cry.
But then, as I’m leaving, I see this street performer on Via Roma. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. It’s those little moments, you know?
Finally, I head home, and I’m just done. I flop onto my couch, and I’m like, “What even was today?” It was a rollercoaster of emotions. Happy, sad, angry, surprised—like a whole soap opera in one day.
So, yeah, San Stino di Livenza, you’ve got my heart racing. But next time, can we keep it a little more chill? Just a little?