Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Villalba, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. Like, c’mon, lady, I got places to be! I finally make it to the office on Via Garibaldi, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Ugh! I need my caffeine fix, or I’m basically a zombie.
So, I’m grumpy, right? I sit down, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new gelato place on Piazza della Libertà.” I’m like, “Yeah, after I survive this day.” But gelato? That’s a solid motivator.
Then, boom! My boss walks in. She’s all smiles, and I’m like, “What’s up with her?” Turns out, she’s got this big project for me. I’m supposed to organize a festival. In a week. A WEEK! I’m freaking out. I mean, Villalba’s got its charm, but planning a festival in a week? That’s like trying to bake a cake without flour.
I’m pacing around, thinking about the logistics. Where do we even hold this thing? I mean, the Parco della Rimembranza is nice, but it’s not exactly a festival ground. And don’t get me started on the permits. I can already feel the bureaucratic nightmare creeping in.
So, I grab my stuff and head out. I need fresh air. I stroll down Via della Repubblica, trying to clear my head. The vibe is nice, people are out and about, enjoying their day. I see this street performer playing the accordion, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda cool.” I toss him a couple of euros. He gives me a nod, and I feel a bit better.
But then, I get a call from the venue. They’re booked. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I’m standing there, staring at the beautiful mountains in the distance, and I’m just mad. Like, can’t a guy catch a break?
I decide to hit up that gelato place Marco mentioned. I need a pick-me-up. I get there, and it’s packed. I’m waiting in line, and this kid in front of me is just going on and on about how he wants “extra sprinkles.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s gelato, not a birthday cake.”
Finally, I get my gelato. It’s pistachio, and oh man, it’s heavenly. I sit on a bench in Piazza della Libertà, just enjoying the moment. The sun’s setting, and Villalba looks stunning. I’m thinking, “Maybe this day isn’t so bad after all.”
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. She wants to meet. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I head back to the office, and she’s all excited about the festival. She’s got ideas, and I’m just nodding along, trying to keep my sanity.
By the time I leave, it’s dark. I walk back home, taking the long way through the streets. I pass by the old church on Via San Giovanni, and it hits me. Villalba’s got this charm, you know? The history, the people, the little quirks.
I get home, plop on the couch, and just laugh. What a rollercoaster. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Villalba, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Here’s to more wild days ahead!