Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Villa-Opicina is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via della Libertà. You know, the street that’s always buzzing with folks? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, herding my pigs, when I spot this old dude selling fresh prosciutto. I mean, c’mon! Who can resist that? I’m like, “Yo, give me a slice!” But then, he’s all like, “Only for customers.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m literally a customer of the swine industry!” But whatever, I just roll my eyes and keep walking.
Then, I hit up Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they’re in a freakin’ photo shoot. I’m just trying to get my pigs to chill, but they’re not having it. They see the gelato stand and go wild! I’m like, “Guys, focus! We’re not here for ice cream!” But they don’t listen. Typical.
So, I’m wrestling with my pigs when I bump into this girl. She’s cute, right? And she’s like, “Nice pigs!” I’m like, “Thanks, they’re my pride and joy.” But then, she starts talking about how she’s from Trieste and how she loves the view from the top of the hill. I’m like, “Yeah, the view’s great, but have you ever tried to get pigs up there?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Score!” But then, she walks away. Ugh, why do I always mess it up?
Next, I’m heading down Via del Monte. It’s a steep road, man! My pigs are huffing and puffing, and I’m sweating like a pig (pun intended). I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?” But then I remember the fresh air, the views of the Gulf of Trieste, and I’m like, “Okay, this ain’t so bad.” But then, BAM! A car zooms by, and I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” Seriously, some people have no respect for swineherds.
Finally, I make it to the top. The view is insane! You can see all the way to Slovenia. I’m standing there, feeling like a king, when suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, come to the bar later!” I’m like, “Sure, but I gotta wrangle these pigs first.” He’s all, “Bring ‘em!” I’m like, “Yeah, right. Pigs don’t do bars.” But I laugh it off.
As the sun sets, I’m finally heading home. My pigs are tired, and so am I. But then, I see the lights of Villa-Opicina twinkling. It’s beautiful, man. I’m like, “This is why I do it.” But then, I trip over a rock and almost faceplant. Classic me, right?
So, I get home, and I’m just done. But then I remember that prosciutto guy. I’m like, “I’m gonna go back tomorrow and get that slice!” And who knows, maybe I’ll run into that girl again.
What a day, huh? Just another wild ride in Villa-Opicina. Can’t wait for tomorrow!