Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Verona ain't for the faint of heart. 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 head down Via Mazzini. You know, that fancy shopping street? Yeah, I’m just trying to get to the market. But nooo, tourists everywhere! Like, can’t a guy walk without dodging selfie sticks? I mean, c’mon! I’m just trying to get my pigs some grub, not join a human obstacle course.
So, I finally make it to the market at Piazza delle Erbe. It’s buzzing, like always. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. Mmm! But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of grapes. Like, bro, it’s not a car! Just pay the guy! I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Dude, you’re not gonna get a discount by arguing like a madman.”
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy drops a whole crate of tomatoes. SPLAT! Red juice everywhere! I’m talking a tomato massacre. And guess what? The guy just stands there, frozen. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a crime scene! Clean it up!” But nah, he just stares at the mess like it’s a Picasso painting or something.
After that chaos, I finally grab some feed for my pigs. I’m walking back, feeling all accomplished, when I bump into this old lady on Via Roma. She’s got this huge bag of bread, and I’m like, “Lady, you need a hand?” But she just glares at me like I’m trying to steal her bread. I mean, c’mon! I’m a swineherd, not a thief!
So, I get back to my little patch of land, and my pigs are going wild. They’re like, “Where’s the food, man?” I toss the feed, and they go nuts. It’s like a piggy party! I’m laughing, thinking, “These guys are living the dream.” But then, I notice one of them, Gino, is missing. I’m like, “Oh no, not Gino!”
I run around, calling his name. “Gino! Gino!” But no sign. I’m freaking out. I check the fence, and guess what? He’s squeezed through a tiny hole! Classic Gino. I chase him down Via San Zeno, and let me tell you, that pig is FAST. I’m yelling, “Gino, come back!” while people stare at me like I’m the crazy one.
Finally, I corner him near the Arena di Verona. It’s this massive Roman amphitheater, and I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna lose my pig in front of a bunch of tourists.” But Gino just stands there, looking at me like, “What’s the big deal?” I grab him, and we head back, me panting like I just ran a marathon.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But then, I see the sunset over the Adige River. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t so bad.” I sit down, Gino snorts next to me, and I think, “Life’s good.”
But then, I remember the tomato guy. I mean, seriously, how do you drop a whole crate? I laugh to myself, thinking about how ridiculous today was. Verona, you crazy city! You keep me on my toes.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a little bit of swine drama. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!