Man, what a day in Stra! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-layered, vegan, gluten-free, organic something. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s coffee, not a science experiment!” But whatever, I’m not here to judge.
Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down to the Parco XXV Aprile. It’s this beautiful park, right? Trees everywhere, people chilling, kids running around. I sit on a bench, take a sip, and BAM! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing spot. Like, dude, I’m not a bird perch! I freak out, spill my coffee everywhere. Great start, huh?
So, I’m cleaning up this mess, and I see this art installation nearby. It’s wild—like, a giant sculpture of a fish made of recycled stuff. I’m all about that eco-friendly vibe, but this thing looked like it was made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I can’t help but laugh. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, caption it “When fish go rogue.”
Then, I decide to wander down to the Canal di Brenta. It’s gorgeous, man. The water’s sparkling, and I’m feeling all poetic. I’m thinking about life, my job, the usual. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and they’re over there throwing shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I mean, c’mon, save it for the privacy of your home, right?
After that drama, I head over to Via G. Marconi. There’s this little shop that sells the best gelato. I’m talking creamy, dreamy goodness. I order pistachio, my fave. But the guy behind the counter? Total grump. He hands me my cone like it’s a hot potato. I’m like, “Chill, dude, it’s just gelato!”
So, I’m walking along the canal, enjoying my gelato, when I spot this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it. I stop, throw a couple of euros in his hat, and he gives me this huge smile. It’s those little moments, ya know? Makes the day feel special.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I duck into a café on Via C. Battisti, and it’s packed. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat, and everyone’s staring. I just laugh it off. “Hey, at least I’m not a pigeon!”
I grab a seat, order a hot chocolate, and just chill. I’m scrolling through my phone, and I see a message from my boss. “Need those designs ASAP!” Ugh, can’t a creative director catch a break? I’m in the middle of a storm, both literally and figuratively.
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Time to head home.” I walk back through the streets, and they’re all glistening. Stra looks magical after the rain. I pass by the Villa Foscarini Rossi, and it’s stunning. I stop for a sec, take it all in.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, kick off my shoes, and just breathe. What a day, right? Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Stra, you’ve got my heart, even if you made me look like a hot mess today!