OMG, what a day! Seriously, Santarcangelo, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccino ever. I swear, it’s like liquid happiness in a cup.
But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shirt. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother? I’m a stylist, not a walking coffee stain. So, I’m rushing to clean it up, and I’m late for my first appointment. Classic me.
I hop on my bike, zooming down Via Mazzini. The cobblestones are like a rollercoaster. I’m bouncing all over the place, trying not to fall. And then, outta nowhere, this cute dog runs in front of me. I swerve, almost crash into a gelato stand. Can you imagine? Me, the stylist, crashing into gelato? That would’ve been a disaster.
Finally, I get to the boutique on Piazza Ganganelli. It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to style this bride-to-be, and she’s freaking out about her dress. I mean, it’s gorgeous, but she’s like, “I need it to be perfect!” Honey, it’s already perfect! But no, she wants to add more lace, more bling. I’m like, “Chill, it’s not a Christmas tree!”
After that chaos, I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the top of the hill is stunning. You can see the whole valley. I take a deep breath, and then—boom! A pigeon poops on my head. Seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the view! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really, Santarcangelo? This is how you treat your stylists?”
Next, I decide to hit up the local market on Via della Libertà. Fresh produce, handmade stuff, you know the vibe. I’m chatting with the vendors, and they’re all super friendly. I grab some fresh tomatoes and basil. Gotta make that caprese salad later. But then, I see this vintage jacket at a stall. It’s calling my name! I haggle like a pro, and I get it for a steal. Score!
But then, I run into my ex. Ugh, the drama! He’s with some new girl, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m just standing there, trying to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why am I still single?” I mean, come on! Santarcangelo is supposed to be romantic, right?
After that awkward encounter, I head to the old fortress. I need to clear my head. The view is breathtaking, and I can see the Adriatic in the distance. I sit there, thinking about life, love, and all that jazz. I even take a selfie, because, duh, I need proof I was here.
As the sun sets, the sky turns this amazing shade of orange. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, sad, confused. It’s like Santarcangelo is reflecting my mood. I grab some dinner at a little trattoria. The pasta is to die for. I mean, who needs a boyfriend when you have carbs, am I right?
Finally, I bike home, exhausted but happy. Santarcangelo, you’ve been a wild ride today. From coffee spills to pigeon poop, and everything in between. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!