Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, not in the hustle and bustle of Turate. But today? Wow. Just wow.
So, I roll into Turate, right? First thing I notice is the crazy traffic on Via Roma. Like, c’mon people, it’s not a racetrack! I’m sittin’ there, just tryin’ to get to the park, Parco della Villa, you know? But nope, cars everywhere. I’m like, “Is this a car show or what?”
Finally, I park and head to the park. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirpin’. I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this dude walkin’ his dog. And not just any dog—a massive Great Dane. This thing is like a horse! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you sure you can handle that beast?”
Anyway, I’m chillin’ on a bench, just enjoying the vibe. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet. He falls right in front of me! I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and keeps runnin’. Kids these days, man. Tougher than I was!
So, I’m sittin’ there, and I start thinkin’ about how much I love the trees. They’re my buddies, you know? But then I remember the construction on Via Garibaldi. Ugh! They’re takin’ down trees for some new building. I’m fumin’. Like, why can’t they just leave the trees alone? They’ve been there forever!
After that, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up this little café on Via Milano. The coffee? Amazing. But the service? Not so much. I order a panini, and it takes forever. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the barista mess up orders left and right. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a sandwich, not rocket science!”
Finally, I get my food, and it’s delicious. I’m munchin’ away, and this old guy comes in. He’s got this wild white beard, lookin’ like a wizard or somethin’. He starts talkin’ to me about the history of Turate. Apparently, it’s been around since the Roman times! I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool.” But then he goes off on a tangent about how the Romans loved their wine. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, who doesn’t?”
After lunch, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Piazza della Libertà. Man, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these people haggling. I love it! I grab some strawberries, and this lady tries to sell me some weird-looking cheese. I’m like, “Nah, I’ll pass.”
But then, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good! I’m tappin’ my foot, and before I know it, I’m throwin’ some coins in his hat. I mean, he deserves it, right?
As the sun starts settin’, I head back to my car. I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions—happy, angry, surprised. Turate’s a wild place, man. It’s got its charm, but it can drive you nuts too.
I finally get outta there, and I’m thinkin’ about how I can’t wait to get back to the woods. No traffic, no crazy markets, just me and the trees. But hey, Turate? You’ve got a piece of my heart now. Just don’t make me come back during rush hour, okay?