Man, what a day! Seriously, Valenzano is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close.
First off, I’m a picador, right? So, I’m used to the whole bullfighting scene. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I hit the streets of Valenzano, and it was like stepping into a movie. The sun was blazing, and I’m sweating like a pig. I mean, c’mon, it’s Italy, but this heat? Ugh.
So, I’m strutting down Via Roma, feeling all cool. Then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to live my best life here! I swear that bird was aiming for me. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.
Then I hit up the local café on Piazza Aldo Moro. Best espresso ever! I’m talking liquid gold, people. I down it like it’s water. But then, this old dude starts chatting me up about the history of Valenzano. I mean, I love history, but c’mon, I didn’t sign up for a lecture! He’s going on about the ancient ruins and how Valenzano was once a Roman settlement. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “Dude, I just want my coffee!”
After that, I head to the bullring. It’s packed! The energy is insane. Everyone’s hyped. I’m feeling it too. But then, outta nowhere, this guy trips and spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Bro, what’s your problem?” But he just laughs it off. I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
The fight starts, and I’m in my zone. The crowd’s roaring, and I’m doing my thing. But then, the bull charges, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” It’s intense. I’m dodging and weaving, heart racing. I swear, I felt like I was in a video game.
After the fight, I’m buzzing. I stroll down Via Giuseppe Garibaldi, feeling like a champ. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of euros. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Yeah, man, you got this!”
But then, I spot a gelato shop. I can’t resist. I grab a cone, and it’s heavenly. I’m talking pistachio and stracciatella. I’m in heaven! But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m devastated. Like, how does this even happen? I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy.
As the sun sets, I’m walking back, reflecting on the day. Valenzano is crazy, but it’s my kind of crazy. The streets, the people, the vibe—it’s all a part of me now. I’m laughing, I’m angry, I’m happy. It’s a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Valenzano. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!