Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Nose in Somma-Vesuviana is no joke. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! Anyway, I grabbed my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I swear, those things are like heaven in pastry form.
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all good, when I hear this commotion down the street. Turns out, there’s a market on Via San Giuseppe. I love markets! Fresh produce, local vibes, and all that jazz. But today? Ugh. It was packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m dodging people left and right, tryin’ to get to my favorite fruit stand.
And then, bam! I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Watch where you’re goin’, kid!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a kid, I’m a Nose!” But whatever, I just laughed it off. I mean, who gets mad at an old guy, right?
Finally, I get to the stand, and guess what? No more peaches! I was so ready for those juicy, sweet peaches. I could almost taste ‘em. But nah, just my luck. I ended up with some sad-looking apples. Ugh.
So, I’m walkin’ back, feelin’ a bit defeated, when I see this street performer on Via De Gasperi. He’s playin’ the accordion like a boss! I stop to watch, and man, he’s got some serious skills. I’m clappin’ along, and suddenly, he looks at me and winks. I’m like, “Whoa, did that just happen?” My heart did a little flip.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, slow down, buddy!” But he just giggles and keeps runnin’. Kids these days, right?
After that, I decide to hit up the park near the church, you know, the one by Piazza Vittorio Emanuele? It’s usually chill, but today? Nope. There’s a bunch of teenagers blasting music. I mean, c’mon, it’s a park, not a club! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my apples, but all I can hear is some weird mix of trap and pop.
But then, I see this cute dog. A little golden retriever, just chillin’. I’m like, “Aww, hey there, buddy!” And he runs over, tail waggin’ like crazy. I forget all about the music. Dogs just have that magic, ya know?
So, I’m sittin’ there, petting the dog, when I get a text from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up that new pizzeria on Via Roma!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Pizza is life.
I rush over, and the place is packed. I mean, who knew Somma-Vesuviana had so many pizza lovers? I finally snag a table, and Marco shows up, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “I got us a margherita and a diavola!” I’m drooling just thinkin’ about it.
We’re chattin’, laughin’, and then the pizza arrives. Oh man, it’s a work of art. The cheese is meltin’, the basil is fresh, and the crust? Perfect. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m in pizza heaven.
But then, disaster strikes. I spill some sauce on my shirt. I’m like, “Noooo!” Marco’s laughin’ his head off. I’m tryin’ to clean it up, but it’s too late. I’m officially a mess.
After dinner, we stroll through the streets, and I’m feelin’ good. The night air is nice, and the lights are twinklin’. We pass by the old castle ruins, and I’m like, “Man, Somma-Vesuviana is beautiful.”
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just dropped his gelato. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who drops gelato? It’s like a crime against humanity!
So, yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From coffee to markets, to pizza and gelato disasters. Somma-Vesuviana, you never cease to amaze me. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. What a wild ride!