Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Urbino really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a potter, yeah? So, I head down Via Raffaello, my fave street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Cobblestones, old buildings, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery. I’m thinkin’ about makin’ some new mugs. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose stone. Classic me. Almost face-planted. I’m like, “Great start, genius.”
Anyway, I finally make it to my studio. It’s cozy, filled with clay and half-finished pots. I’m all pumped to get my hands dirty. But then, my kiln decides to throw a tantrum. It’s like, “Nah, I’m not heating up today.” Ugh! I’m standing there, staring at it like it owes me money. I’m fuming. “C’mon, you piece of junk!”
So, I take a breather and head out to grab a coffee at Caffè del Teatro. Best espresso in town, no contest. I sit outside, soaking in the vibe. The locals are chatting, and I’m just people-watching. There’s this old dude, probably 80, riding a bike like he’s in the Tour de France. I’m cracking up. Like, dude, slow down!
After my caffeine fix, I stroll down to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s buzzing! Street performers, artists, and tourists snapping pics. I spot this guy painting a mural. It’s wild! I’m like, “Man, I wish I could do that.” But then I remember my pots. “Nah, I’m good.”
But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Marco. We used to hang out all the time. He’s like, “Yo! You still makin’ those funky pots?” I’m like, “Dude, you know it!” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about this art show happening later. I’m like, “Count me in!”
So, I rush back to my studio, trying to fix the kiln. I’m sweating, cursing, and praying. Finally, it starts heating up! I’m like, “YES! Victory!” But then, I realize I forgot to prep my clay. Facepalm moment.
I’m racing against time now. I’m slapping clay on the wheel, trying to make something decent. My hands are a mess, and I’m covered in clay splatters. I look like a walking art project. But hey, that’s the life of a potter, right?
Finally, I finish a couple of mugs. They’re not perfect, but whatever. I’m just happy they’re not total disasters. I grab them and head to the art show at Palazzo Ducale. The place is stunning! I mean, it’s a palace! I’m feeling all fancy just walking in.
The show is packed. I’m mingling, showing off my mugs, and people are actually digging them! I’m on cloud nine. Then, I spot Marco again. He’s chatting up this artist, and I’m like, “Dude, introduce me!”
So, I’m talking to this artist, and she’s super cool. We’re vibing, and she’s like, “You should collaborate!” I’m like, “Heck yeah!” My mind’s racing. This could be huge!
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In a palace? People are freaking out, and I’m just standing there, clutching my mugs like they’re my babies. “Not my pots!”
We all spill out into the street, and I’m just laughing. Like, what a day! I’m covered in clay, holding my mugs, and now I’m outside in the middle of a fire drill. Classic Urbino, right?
After a while, they let us back in. Turns out it was a false alarm. Phew! I’m back to mingling, and the night ends with me feeling like a rockstar. I’m exhausted but happy.
So, yeah, Urbino, you crazy city. You’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!