Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on the corner of Via Garibaldi. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a hard time about my order. “You want a cappuccino or a cloud of milk?” he jokes. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, just give me my caffeine fix!” Anyway, I down that thing like it’s water, and I’m off to meet a client.
So, I’m walking down to the beach, right? The waves are crashing, and it’s all picturesque. But then, BAM! I step in dog poop. Like, seriously? Who lets their dog do that on the promenade? I’m hopping around like a lunatic, trying to scrape it off my shoe. Not the best start, ya know?
Finally, I get to the meeting spot, this cute little restaurant on Lungomare. My client, let’s call him “Mr. Big Shot,” is late. I’m sitting there, watching the seagulls fight over a piece of pizza. I’m thinking, “Great, even the birds are more productive than me today.”
When he finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Turns out he forgot his wallet. Classic move, right? I’m trying to keep it professional, but inside, I’m cracking up. We end up talking about investments while he’s borrowing a tenner from me for lunch. I mean, c’mon!
After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the market on Via Cavour. I love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best focaccia ever. I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a lemon. A LEMON! I’m like, “Dude, it’s not gold!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, and I duck into this little shop on Via Mazzini. It’s a tiny boutique, and the owner, an old lady named Nonna Rosa, is the sweetest. She offers me a towel and a cup of tea. I’m soaked, but I’m like, “This is the best tea ever!”
After the rain stops, I head back to the beach. The sky’s clearing up, and it’s kinda beautiful. I sit on the sand, just taking it all in. Then, I see this kid building a sandcastle. I’m talking a full-on fortress. I’m thinking, “Man, I can’t even build a decent financial plan sometimes, and this kid’s out here creating masterpieces.”
But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s all stressed about some investment deal. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Vallecrosia, living my best life!” But I can’t say that, right? So, I put on my serious face and try to calm him down.
Finally, I wrap up my day with a sunset walk along the beach. The colors are insane, and I’m feeling grateful despite the chaos. I think about how Vallecrosia is this hidden gem. The vibe, the people, the food—everything’s just so alive.
As I head home, I can’t help but laugh at the day’s madness. From dog poop to haggling over lemons, it’s all part of the adventure. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Vallecrosia, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart!