Man, what a day! I swear, Trebaseleghe really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, you know? But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit up Via Roma. It’s like the main street, you know? All the shops and cafes. I was just grabbing a coffee at that little place, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.
It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the cemetery. It’s chaos!” I’m like, “What?!” I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? So, I rush over to the cemetery on Via Cavour.
When I get there, it’s packed. I mean, who knew so many people could show up for a funeral? I’m trying to keep it together, but the vibe is just... off. People are crying, and I’m just standing there like, “What’s happening?”
Then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa. She’s wailing like a banshee. I mean, I get it, but come on! I’m trying to focus on my Mourner duties here. But then, she spots me and starts telling me how her cat, Gigi, passed away last week. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here for a human, not a cat!” But I nod and pretend to care.
After that, I’m trying to console people, but it’s like herding cats. Everyone’s got their own drama. I’m standing there, listening to stories about the deceased, and I’m thinking, “Man, I didn’t sign up for this.”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, really? This is how it’s gonna go down?
Finally, we get back to the service. It’s at the chapel on Via Garibaldi. Beautiful place, but today? Not so much. The priest is droning on, and I’m just zoning out. I can’t help but think about how I need to get home and change.
But then, something surprising happens. A kid, maybe 10 years old, stands up and starts singing. I mean, he’s got a voice! Everyone stops and listens. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m tearing up, and I’m not even related to the guy!
After the service, I’m walking down Via Roma again, still drenched. I bump into my friend Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you look like a drowned rat!” I laugh, but inside, I’m still processing the day.
We grab a pizza at Pizzeria Da Marco. Best pizza in Trebaseleghe, hands down. I’m shoving slices in my mouth, trying to forget the chaos. But I can’t. I keep thinking about that kid’s voice.
As the sun sets, I’m walking home, and I realize something. Life’s weird, man. One minute you’re mourning, the next you’re laughing over pizza. Trebaseleghe, with its little streets and big emotions, really knows how to mess with your head.
So yeah, that was my day. A total whirlwind. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Trebaseleghe, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.