Man, what a day! I woke up in Sparanise, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even sure why I decided to go out. Maybe it was the smell of fresh cornetti from the bakery on Via Roma. You know, the one that always has a line? Yeah, that one. I thought, “Why not?” So, I grabbed my coffee and headed out.
So, I’m walking down Via Roma, right? And I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, man! You got this!” But then, outta nowhere, a scooter zooms by. I swear, it almost took the poor guy out! I was ready to throw my coffee at the rider. Like, chill, bro! It’s not a racetrack!
After that mini heart attack, I decided to hit up the park. You know, Parco della Rimembranza? It’s got those beautiful trees and all. I thought I’d chill for a bit. But nooo, there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. And they’re loud! Like, I’m trying to enjoy nature, and they’re yelling like it’s the World Cup. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! Can’t a person catch a break?
Then, I bumped into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he tells me he saw a cat chasing a pigeon. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not news!” But he goes on about how the cat was all stealthy, like a ninja or something. I couldn’t help but laugh. Only in Sparanise, right?
So, we decide to grab a bite at this little trattoria on Via San Giovanni. The food? Amazing! I had the best pasta alla genovese. Like, I could’ve eaten a mountain of it. But then, the waiter spills wine all over my shirt. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a vineyard!” Marco couldn’t stop laughing. I was mad, but also kinda funny.
After lunch, we wandered around. I wanted to check out the old castle ruins. You know, Castello di Sparanise? It’s got this vibe, like, “I’ve seen some stuff.” But when we got there, it was closed! I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, why have a castle if you can’t even go in? So, we just took selfies outside. Classic tourist move, right?
Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. We ran for cover under this awning on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I was soaked, and my hair looked like a wet mop. Marco was cracking jokes about my “new look.” I was like, “Dude, not funny!” But honestly, I couldn’t help but laugh too.
Finally, the rain stopped, and we decided to call it a day. I was exhausted but happy. Sparanise had thrown everything at me today. From old dudes almost getting run over to wine spills and rainstorms. It was a wild ride.
As I walked home, I thought about how crazy life is. One minute you’re sipping coffee, and the next, you’re dodging scooters and getting drenched. But that’s what makes it fun, right? Sparanise, you never fail to surprise me!