Man, what a day! I swear, I’ve never felt so much in one 24-hour span. So, I’m a Mourner, right? Yeah, sounds heavy, but today was just... wow.
Started off in Termoli, this little gem on the Adriatic coast. You know, the kind of place where the sea breeze hits you like a warm hug? But today? Nah, it was more like a slap in the face. I woke up, and the sun was shining bright, like it was trying to be all cheerful and stuff. Ugh, not today, sun!
First stop, Via Mario Milano. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old guy selling fresh fish. Like, super fresh. I’m talking just-caught, still flopping around. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not ready for a seafood wrestling match.” But he’s all smiles, and I’m just trying to keep it together.
Then, boom! I get a call. My buddy, Marco, tells me there’s a funeral. Not just any funeral, but one for a local legend. This guy, Giovanni, was like the king of Termoli. Everyone knew him. He could make the best pasta, and his stories? Man, they were epic. So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this.”
I rush over to the church on Via Della Libertà. It’s packed. I mean, standing room only. People are crying, laughing, sharing stories. It’s a mess of emotions. I’m standing there, trying to hold it together, but then someone starts telling this hilarious story about Giovanni’s cat, and I just lose it. I’m laughing and crying at the same time. Like, what even is this?
After the service, we head to the piazza. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s beautiful, but today it felt heavy. Everyone’s sharing food, and I’m just trying to eat my weight in arrosticini. Seriously, those things are life. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “Hey! That’s my lunch, you feathered thief!”
So, I’m chasing this bird down the street, yelling like a madman. People are staring, and I’m just thinking, “Great, now I’m the crazy Mourner who lost a battle to a seagull.” But whatever, I’m not letting that ruin my day.
Later, I decide to take a stroll along the Lungomare. The sea is crashing against the rocks, and it’s kinda calming. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just thinking about life, you know? Termoli is beautiful, but it’s also full of memories. I can’t help but feel a mix of sadness and gratitude.
Then, I bump into this old lady, Nonna Rosa. She’s the sweetest. She’s got this huge basket of fresh bread, and she insists I take some. I’m like, “Nonna, I’m good!” But she’s not having it. “You need to eat!” she says. And honestly, who can argue with Nonna?
As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane shade of orange. I’m sitting there, bread in hand, feeling all the feels. It’s like Termoli is wrapping me in a warm blanket. I think about Giovanni, about how he brought everyone together.
But then, just when I think the day is winding down, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and there’s a guy on a scooter who just wiped out. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a movie.
So, yeah, today was a rollercoaster. From tears to laughter, from chasing seagulls to sharing bread with Nonna Rosa. Termoli, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Just another day in the life of a Mourner, I guess.