Man, what a day! I swear, Sant-Egidio-del-Monte-Albino is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, right? I’m just trying to grab a coffee at my usual spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best pastries? But nooo, they were out of cornetti! Like, seriously? How do you run out of cornetti in the morning? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s like running out of air!
So, I settle for a mediocre cappuccino. Not the same vibe, but whatever. I’m walking down Via San Giovanni, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. I’m like, “Dude, you know they’re just gonna poop on you, right?” But he just smiles. I guess he’s living his best life. I envy that.
Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need those financial reports ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Sant-Egidio, not Wall Street!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I head to the office on Via Giuseppe Mazzini.
On the way, I pass by the beautiful Chiesa di Sant’Egidio. It’s stunning, man. The architecture is just wow. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “Life’s not so bad.” But then, I remember the reports. Back to reality.
I get to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people yelling. I’m like, “What’s going on? Did the stock market crash or something?” Turns out, it was just a printer jam. Classic. I roll my eyes.
Finally, I sit down to work. Numbers, numbers, numbers. My brain’s fried. I’m staring at the screen, and it feels like I’m in a math horror movie. I need a break. So, I sneak out to grab a slice of pizza at Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no contest. I get a Margherita, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.
But then, I get a text. My buddy Marco is in town! He’s like, “Let’s hit the bars later!” I’m pumped! But I gotta finish this report first. I’m racing against the clock.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally send the report. I’m free! I rush to meet Marco at Via dei Cacciatori. We hit up this little bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, music’s blasting. I grab a drink, and suddenly, all the stress melts away.
We’re chatting, joking, and then—bam! A guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Really, dude?!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off. It’s one of those nights, you know?
As the night goes on, we hit up a few more spots. I’m feeling good, the vibe is right. We end up at this rooftop bar with a killer view of the mountains. Sant-Egidio looks magical at night. I’m just soaking it all in.
But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you eat? Are you taking care of yourself?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in Sant-Egidio! I’m living the dream!” But I love her for worrying.
The night wraps up, and I stumble home, feeling grateful. Sant-Egidio-del-Monte-Albino, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.