Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a potter in Scorze 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.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head down Via Roma, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. They’re all snapping pics of the old buildings, and I’m just trying to get to my studio. I mean, c’mon, I love the architecture too, but I got clay to mold, ya know?
So, I finally get to my place on Via Garibaldi, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Like, seriously? I just fixed that thing last week! I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pots I’ve got in there. If they crack, I’m gonna lose it. I start cursing like a sailor. “Why, oh why, can’t you just work?” I swear, that kiln has a mind of its own.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this wild idea to go check out the local market. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! My pots are in danger!” But he’s all, “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” So, I give in.
We hit up the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to focus, but Marco’s haggling with a vendor over some tomatoes. I’m just standing there, half-listening, half-watching this cute dog chase a pigeon. Classic Scorze, right?
Suddenly, I spot this old lady selling handmade ceramics. I’m like, “Whoa, those are dope!” I rush over, and she’s got these intricate designs. I’m drooling. I ask her where she learned to make ‘em, and she just smiles and says, “From the heart, dear.” Aww, right?
But then, BAM! I trip over a crate of oranges. I go down like a sack of potatoes. Everyone’s staring. I’m mortified. Marco’s laughing his head off. “You okay, Picasso?” he yells. I’m like, “Yeah, just living my best life!”
After that little fiasco, we grab some gelato. I get pistachio, of course. Best flavor ever. We sit on the steps of the church, and I’m just enjoying the vibe. The sun’s setting, and Scorze looks magical. I’m feeling all the feels.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my studio. The kiln’s gone rogue again! I bolt up, leaving my gelato half-eaten. “Gotta go!” I shout to Marco. He just shakes his head, still chuckling.
I sprint back to Via Garibaldi, heart racing. I get there, and thank the pottery gods, the kiln’s fine! Just a little hiccup. I breathe a sigh of relief.
But wait, there’s more! I check my pots, and one of ‘em is cracked. Ugh! I’m fuming. I can’t believe it. I throw my hands up. “Why, Scorze, why?”
Then, I remember the old lady’s words. “From the heart.” I take a deep breath. It’s just a pot. I can make more. I laugh at myself.
So, I grab my tools and start working again. The clay feels good in my hands. I’m back in my zone. The day’s been a rollercoaster, but hey, that’s life in Scorze, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.
As I finish up, I look out the window. The streets are quiet now. I smile, thinking about tomorrow. More pots, more adventures. Bring it on, Scorze!