Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a banderillero in Santhia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m pumped. Today’s the big fiesta in Piazza del Mercato.
I grab a quick espresso at my fave spot, Caffè del Centro. You know, the one with the best pastries? I swear, their cornetti are like little bites of heaven. But then, bam! I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m already late, and now I look like a mess.
So, I dash down Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the Duomo? It’s just a church, people! Anyway, I finally get to the plaza, and it’s packed. I mean, like sardines in a can packed. The energy is electric, though. You can feel it in your bones.
I’m getting ready for the first bullfight of the day. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But then, outta nowhere, this dude in a bright pink shirt starts yelling at me. “Hey, Banderillero! You ready to dance with the bull?” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not here for a tango!” But it’s all in good fun, I guess.
The first bull comes out, and let me tell ya, he’s a beast. I’m talkin’ horns like daggers and a glare that could melt steel. My heart’s racing. I’m all in, though. I charge in, and the crowd goes wild. I’m dodging and weaving, feeling like a superhero. Then, I stick the banderillas in, and the crowd erupts. It’s like a wave of sound crashing over me.
But then, oh man, things take a turn. The bull gets a little too feisty. He charges right at me! I’m thinkin’, “This is it! I’m gonna be a headline!” But I sidestep just in time. Phew! I swear my heart’s still in my throat.
After that, I’m on a high. I’m strutting around like I own the place. But then, I see my buddy Marco. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We laugh, and I’m feelin’ good again.
But then, the day takes another twist. I’m chillin’ by the fountain on Via Mazzini, and I see this old lady. She’s trying to cross the street, but the cars are zooming by like it’s a race track. I rush over, help her out, and she gives me this look like I just saved her life. It’s those little moments, ya know?
As the sun sets, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how wild today was. From coffee spills to bull dodging, it’s all part of the ride. Santhia, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
I head back down Via Roma, feeling like a champ. I can’t wait to tell everyone about my day. I mean, who else can say they danced with a bull and helped an old lady cross the street in the same day? Just another day in Santhia, I guess.