Man, what a day! I swear, Sarezzo really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m out there, just a simple gardener, right? Just me, my spade, and a whole lotta dirt. I start my morning on Via Roma, the sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m digging away, minding my own biz, when I hear this loud crash. I look up, and there’s this dude on a scooter, totally wiped out on the cobblestones. I mean, come on, man! You gotta watch where you’re going! He’s rolling around like a fish outta water, and I’m just standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. Finally, he gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Yeah, right. I’m pretty sure he’s got a new dent in his ego.
So, I go back to my plants, right? I’m all about those petunias today. But then, outta nowhere, this lady walks by with a dog that looks like it just stepped outta a fashion magazine. I’m talking designer collar, the whole nine yards. And the dog? It’s strutting like it owns the place. I’m like, “Lady, your dog’s got more style than me!”
Then, I head over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually a nice spot to chill, but today? Nah. There’s a street performer doing some weird juggling act with flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole piazza on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. They’re clapping, cheering, and I’m just standing there, sweating bullets. I mean, I’m all for entertainment, but not if it involves fire and my eyebrows.
After that, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Via Garibaldi. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please! But the barista? She’s having a day too. She spills milk everywhere. I’m talking a mini milk tsunami. I’m just trying to sip my coffee, and she’s apologizing like she just committed a crime. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just milk!” But she’s all flustered, and I’m trying not to laugh.
Finally, I get back to work. I’m planting some new flowers near the old church on Via Mazzini. It’s a beautiful spot, but the ground is like concrete. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath, and just when I think I’m done, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France. They zoom past, and I’m like, “Hey! Watch the flowers!” But they’re too busy laughing and yelling. Kids, man.
As the sun starts to set, I’m finally wrapping up. I’m exhausted, but there’s this beautiful glow over Sarezzo. The buildings look golden, and I can’t help but smile. I think about how crazy today was. From the scooter crash to the juggling fire guy, it’s like Sarezzo was putting on a show just for me.
I pack up my stuff, and as I’m walking home, I pass by the old fountain in the square. It’s one of those moments where everything feels right. I take a deep breath, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the laughter, and the beauty of this little city.
So yeah, Sarezzo, you wild, unpredictable place. You’ve got my heart, even if you drive me nuts sometimes! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.