Man, what a day! I woke up in Striano, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a fisherman, right? But today, I felt more like a circus performer.
So, I’m chillin’ at the port, you know, the one by Via Roma. The sun’s just peeking over the hills, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Famous last words, right? I grab my gear, head down to the water, and boom! My boat’s gone! Like, poof! Vanished! I’m standin’ there like an idiot, lookin’ around. Did I forget where I parked?
Turns out, some dude named Marco borrowed it. He’s a local, but c’mon, man! A heads up would’ve been nice! I’m fumin’! I mean, who does that? So, I chase him down Via San Francesco, dodgin’ tourists and stray cats. Striano’s got a ton of those, by the way. They’re like little furry ninjas.
Finally catch up to Marco at the fish market. He’s there, grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat, showin’ off his catch. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a boat!” He just laughs and says, “You can borrow my old one.” Old? Like, it looked like it was from the Stone Age! But I’m desperate, so I take it.
Now, I’m out on the water, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s shining, the waves are chillin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad.” But then, bam! My net gets tangled. I’m yankin’ and pullin’, and I swear, it felt like I was wrestling an octopus. I’m cursing like a sailor—oh wait, I am a sailor!
After what felt like an eternity, I finally get it sorted. I pull up some fish, and they’re decent-sized. I’m feelin’ like a champ! But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches one right outta my hands! I’m like, “Hey! That’s my dinner!” But the bird just flies off, lookin’ all smug. I swear, those birds have no respect.
So, I head back to the port, and I’m ready to call it a day. But then I see this little café on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a sfogliatella, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, and suddenly, I’m happy again.
But then, I overhear some tourists talkin’ about the best fishing spots. They’re all wrong! I’m like, “No, no, no! You gotta go to the cliffs by Via delle Rose!” But they just look at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, more fish for me, right?
As I’m leavin’ the café, I bump into an old friend, Luca. We start talkin’ about the good ol’ days, you know? Back when we’d fish all night and party all day. But then he drops the bomb—he’s movin’ to Naples. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave Striano! It’s our home!” But he’s got dreams, and I get it. Still, it stings, ya know?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and I’m thinkin’ about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From lost boats to seagulls to pastries and goodbyes. Striano’s a crazy place, but it’s my crazy place.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if the seagulls are jerks.