Man, what a day in Solesino! I swear, I’m still buzzin’ from all the craziness. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a Bestiary, I can handle it.
First thing, I hit up the market at Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m tryin’ to grab some breakfast, maybe a pastry or two. But nah, the line’s longer than my arm! I’m standin’ there, watchin’ this old dude haggle over a loaf of bread like it’s gold. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man, it’s just bread!”
Finally, I get my hands on a cornetto. Sweet, flaky goodness. But then, BAM! This kid runs into me, spills his orange juice all over my tunic. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m fumin’, but the kid’s got this big ol’ grin. Can’t stay mad at that.
So, I head over to the Colosseo di Solesino. You know, the arena where we gladiators do our thing? I’m pumped! Today’s the big match. I’m ready to show off. But then, I hear some chatter. Apparently, there’s a new guy in town. They call him “The Beast.” Ugh, great. Just what I need.
I’m sittin’ in the locker room, tryin’ to chill, but my mind’s racin’. What if he’s better than me? What if I trip and fall on my face? I mean, I’ve done it before. Not my proudest moment.
Finally, it’s showtime. The crowd’s wild, like a pack of wolves. I step into the arena, and it’s electric. I can see my buddies in the stands, shoutin’ my name. “Bestiary! Bestiary!” Feels good, man.
But then, I see him. The Beast. He’s massive! Like, I’m talkin’ mountain-sized. I’m thinkin’, “What did I get myself into?” The announcer’s hypin’ him up, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool.
The fight starts, and it’s chaos. We’re swingin’ swords, dodgin’ blows. I’m feelin’ like a pinball. At one point, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? But I roll back up, and the crowd goes wild!
Then, I get a lucky shot in. BAM! Right in The Beast’s side. He stumbles back, and I’m like, “YES!” But then he comes back swingin’. I barely dodge. My heart’s racin’.
After what feels like forever, I finally get the upper hand. I’m breathin’ heavy, sweat drippin’ down my face. I can hear the crowd chantin’ my name again. “Bestiary! Bestiary!” It’s like music to my ears.
I land the final blow, and the crowd erupts! I’m on cloud nine. But then, I see The Beast on the ground, and I feel a twinge of guilt. I mean, he’s just a dude tryin’ to make a name for himself, right?
After the match, I’m walkin’ through Via Garibaldi, still buzzin’. I stop by my favorite tavern, La Taverna del Gladiatore. Gotta celebrate! I order a big ol’ plate of pasta and a jug of wine.
As I’m eatin’, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! From orange juice spills to epic battles. Solesino’s got my heart, man. It’s wild, it’s crazy, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that’s my day. Just another day in the life of a Bestiary in Solesino. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!