Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Keratea is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the hills, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I live on Agiou Georgiou street, and lemme tell ya, the smell of fresh bread wafting through the neighborhood is like magic.
First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous koulouri. You know, those sesame-covered rings? Yeah, those. I’m all pumped, thinking today’s gonna be chill. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m kneadin’ away, and suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Nikos. He’s like, “Yo, you heard about the festival at the square?” I’m like, “What festival?” Turns out, they’re throwin’ this huge thing at Plateia Eleftherias. I’m thinkin’, great, more people, more chaos. But also, more customers, right?
I rush to finish my batch, but then—bam!—the mixer breaks. Like, seriously? I’m cursing like a sailor. I can’t believe it! I’m sweating bullets, and my dough’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ all sad. I grab a whisk and start mixing by hand. My arms are burnin’, but I’m determined.
Finally, I get the dough ready, and I’m off to the square. The streets of Keratea are buzzing. I pass by the old church on Agios Dimitrios street, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s in a good mood, and I’m like, “Why can’t I be like them?”
I set up my stall at the festival, and man, the vibe is electric. Kids are runnin’ around, and there’s this live music. I’m tryin’ to sell my koulouri, but then I see this guy, George, from the bakery down the street. He’s got this fancy setup with all these pastries. I’m like, “Great, competition.”
But then, something wild happens. A stray dog runs through the crowd, and it’s headed straight for my stall! I’m like, “No, no, no!” But the dog jumps up and snags a koulouri right off the table! Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. I can’t even be mad. It’s too funny.
After that, I’m feelin’ a bit better. I start chatting with customers, and they’re lovin’ my bread. I even meet this girl, Maria. She’s got this infectious laugh, and we hit it off. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”
But then, outta nowhere, the sky opens up. It starts pouring! I’m scrambling to cover my stuff, and people are runnin’ for shelter. I’m soaked, but I’m still tryin’ to sell my koulouri. “Get your wet bread here!” I shout, half-joking.
Finally, the rain stops, and the sun comes out again. I’m drenched but still smiling. I look around, and everyone’s back, ready to party. I sell out of my koulouri in no time. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar!
As the day winds down, I’m packin’ up, and Maria comes over. She’s like, “You should come to the beach with us later.” I’m thinkin’, “Beach? After this crazy day?” But I say yes. Why not, right?
So, I head to the beach at Anavissos later, and it’s beautiful. The sunset is insane. I’m sittin’ there, chillin’ with new friends, and I realize, despite the chaos, today was epic. Keratea, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me.
I’m exhausted, but I’m happy. I guess that’s what being a baker here is all about. You roll with the punches, laugh at the chaos, and enjoy the sweet moments. Can’t wait for tomorrow!