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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, soaking in the vibes. The square is buzzing, people chatting, kids running around. I spot this old man selling fresh cannoli. I can’t resist. I buy one, and OMG, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot, and then—BAM!—some kid bumps into me, and my cannoli goes flying! I’m standing there, just staring at the ground like it’s the end of the world. I mean, come on! Not the cannoli!

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