Man, what a day! Thiene, you wild beast. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. But nah, Thiene had other plans.
First off, I’m a bone cutter, right? Sounds gnarly, I know. But today? Today was a whole different level of crazy. I was chillin’ at my shop on Via Roma, just minding my own business, when this dude barges in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a bone to pick—literally.
So, I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” He’s clutching his arm, and I’m thinking, “Great, another day, another broken bone.” But this guy? He’s got a story. He was out by the Parco del Montalto, trying to impress some girl, and boom! He falls off his bike. Classic.
I’m trying to keep a straight face, but inside, I’m cracking up. I mean, who tries to show off on a bike in Thiene? It’s not exactly a cycling paradise. Anyway, I get to work, and as I’m cutting, I’m thinking about how this city is full of surprises. Like, just last week, I was at the Mercato di Thiene, and I swear I saw a guy selling gelato out of a van that looked like it was from the ‘80s.
So, back to the dude. I’m focused, right? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m like, “Seriously? In the middle of this?” I’m fumbling around, trying to find my flashlight, and the guy’s just sitting there, moaning. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re not dying on my watch!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I finish up. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “Yeah, just don’t try to impress anyone on a bike again, alright?” He laughs, and I feel a bit better.
After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down Via G. Marconi, grab a coffee at my favorite spot, Caffè Centrale. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Hey, give me the usual.” She rolls her eyes but smiles. I love that place. The vibe is always chill, and the pastries? Don’t even get me started.
But then, as I’m sipping my coffee, I see this commotion outside. A bunch of kids are running around, and I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, they’re setting up for some festival. I didn’t even know there was a festival today! Thiene’s always got something going on, but this? This was a surprise.
I finish my coffee and head over. The streets are packed, and there’s music blasting from somewhere. I’m feeling the energy. I see a bunch of stalls selling local crafts, and I’m like, “Man, I need to get in on this.” I buy a weird-looking trinket that I have no idea what it is, but it’s cool, so whatever.
Then, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like when we used to hang out at the Piazza Chilesotti, just chilling and dreaming about life. Now, here we are, both grown up, and I’m cutting bones while he’s selling insurance. Life’s funny like that.
As the sun sets, the festival lights up. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—happy, nostalgic, a bit overwhelmed. Thiene, you’ve got a way of surprising me. I head back home, exhausted but satisfied.
What a day, right? From broken bones to festivals, Thiene never lets me down. I crash on my couch, thinking about tomorrow. Who knows what’s next? But whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Thiene!