Man, what a day! I swear, being a machine milking operator in Somma-Lombardo is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the cows. Yeah, my life revolves around mooing machines and milk.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best pastries. I’m talking about those cornetti that make you forget your problems. I’m chowing down, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we got a problem at the farm.” Great. Just what I needed.
So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Via Garibaldi. The streets are kinda quiet, but you can feel the city waking up. Somma-Lombardo is beautiful in the morning. The old buildings, the cobblestones, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery. But I’m not here for sightseeing. I’m on a mission.
I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. The milking machine is acting up. Like, seriously? It’s 7 AM, and I’m already dealing with this? I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m cursing under my breath. “Why today? Why now?” I mean, come on!
Finally, I get it working. But then, surprise! One of the cows decides it’s a good time to kick the machine. I’m like, “Really, Bessie? You had to do that?” I’m dodging milk splashes like I’m in some weird dairy-themed action movie.
After that, I’m just done. I need a break. So, I head to the park near the church, you know, the one on Piazza della Libertà. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath. The view is nice, though. The mountains in the background, the trees swaying. It’s peaceful. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”
But life’s not all bad. I meet up with my buddy Marco later. We grab a pizza at that spot on Via Cavour. You know the one with the crazy toppings? I’m talking about pizza with gorgonzola and pears. Sounds weird, but it’s amazing! We’re laughing, joking about the day. I tell him about Bessie and the milking machine. He’s cracking up.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. We run for cover, but it’s too late. I’m drenched, and my day just keeps getting better. We end up in this little bar, and the bartender is a legend. He’s pouring us shots of limoncello, and I’m thinking, “This is how you turn a bad day around.”
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I flop on my bed, thinking about Somma-Lombardo. It’s a wild place, full of surprises. One minute you’re milking cows, the next you’re dodging rain and drinking limoncello with friends.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the chaos, the surprises, and the occasional cow kick. Somma-Lombardo, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.