Man, today was a wild ride in Vetralla. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect this little town to throw me so many curveballs. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, trying to be polite. But inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just want my caffeine fix!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. Like, frothy and delicious. I’m feeling good, right?
Then I decide to stroll down to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice park, lots of trees, and a great spot to chill. But as I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m that person.” I look around, and thankfully no one saw. Phew! But then, I see this cute dog. I’m talking about a fluffy little ball of joy. I’m trying to pet it, and the owner’s like, “Uh, he bites.” Ugh, thanks for the heads up, buddy.
So, I keep walking, and I hit up the old town center. The vibe is just... magical. You got the medieval buildings, the narrow streets, and all these little shops. I pop into this tiny bookstore on Via della Libertà. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Vetralla’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some serious stories.” But then, I drop it. Of course. It lands with a thud, and I’m mortified. The shopkeeper gives me this look like I just committed a crime. I’m like, “Sorry, I’m just clumsy!”
After that, I’m feeling a bit down. I need a pick-me-up. So, I head to this gelato place on Via della Repubblica. I order pistachio, my fave. And OMG, it’s heavenly. I’m standing there, savoring every bite, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m vibing, and suddenly, he looks at me and winks. I’m like, “What? Am I part of the show now?”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m scrambling for cover, and I duck into this little café. I’m soaked, but at least I’m dry now. I order a sandwich, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m munching away, and I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. It’s hilarious.
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m ready to head home. I walk back through the streets, and everything looks so fresh. The colors pop, and I’m feeling grateful. Vetralla, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, who knew a day could be so full of ups and downs?
I get back to my place, and I’m just exhausted. But in a good way. I plop down on my couch, and I can’t help but smile. Today was a mess, but it was MY mess. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Vetralla, you’ve got my back, even when I trip over cobblestones and spill gelato. Here’s to more crazy days!