Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a guide in San Vittore Olona is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First stop, Piazza della Libertà. I’m all pumped to show off the local vibe. But guess what? There’s a freakin’ festival! Like, who knew? I mean, I love a good party, but c’mon, I had a whole itinerary planned! So, I’m dodging kids with balloons and old ladies selling pastries. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I need to get to the church!” But she’s all, “Try my cannoli!” And I’m like, “Fine, but just one!”
So, I grab a cannoli, and wow, it’s like heaven in a pastry. I’m happy, right? But then I realize I’m late for the next stop. Ugh! I sprint down Via Roma, dodging people left and right. I’m sweating like a sinner in church.
Finally, I get to the Chiesa di San Vittore. It’s beautiful, man. The frescoes are insane! But here’s the kicker: the door’s locked! I’m banging on it like a madman. “Let me in! I’m a guide!” No response. I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon, how do you lock the church?
Then, outta nowhere, this old dude shows up. He’s got a cane and a twinkle in his eye. He’s like, “You need to see the church? Follow me.” I’m thinking, “Great, a secret entrance!” So, I follow him around the back, and he opens this tiny door. I’m in!
Inside, it’s like stepping into a painting. I’m in awe. I start telling my group about the history, and they’re all nodding, but then I notice one guy is on his phone. Seriously? In a church? I’m like, “Dude, put that away!” But he just shrugs. Ugh, kids these days!
After the church, we head to Via Garibaldi. I’m trying to keep the energy up, but I’m still fuming about the phone guy. We stop at a gelato shop, and I’m like, “Okay, this’ll cheer me up.” I order a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m happy again.
But then, I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This one’s got a swagger. It struts right up to me, and I’m thinking, “Is this bird gonna mug me?” I’m laughing, and my group is cracking up too. I name him “Pablo.”
So, we’re walking down Via Dante, and I’m telling them about the history of the area. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. My hair’s a mess, and I’m trying to keep it together. I’m like, “Welcome to San Vittore Olona, where the weather changes faster than your ex’s mood!”
We duck into a café on Via Mazzini. I’m trying to dry off, and the barista hands me a hot chocolate. I’m like, “You’re my new best friend!” It’s rich and creamy, and I’m feeling all warm inside.
Finally, we wrap up the day at the Parco della Resistenza. It’s beautiful, man. The sun peeks out, and I’m like, “See? San Vittore Olona knows how to end a day.” We sit on the grass, and I’m sharing stories about the town. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”
So, yeah, it was a wild ride. From locked churches to crazy pigeons, San Vittore Olona never fails to surprise me. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait for tomorrow!