Man, what a day! I swear, Zaprešić is a wild ride sometimes. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m heading down Ulica Kralja Tomislava, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me. I’m dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, the roads here could use some love. I mean, come on, it’s 2023! Anyway, I finally get to the site, and guess what? The contractor’s not there. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, and it’s getting hot. Like, sweat dripping down my back hot.
Then, outta nowhere, this dude rolls up on a bike. Not just any bike, but a fancy one. He’s like, “Hey, you waiting for someone?” I’m like, “Yeah, my sanity.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, you don’t even know.” Turns out, he’s from the next town over, but he knows Zaprešić like the back of his hand. We start chatting about the best coffee spots. He swears by this little café on Ulica Stjepana Radića. I’m like, “I’ll check it out.” Spoiler: I didn’t.
So, I finally get a hold of the contractor. He’s stuck in traffic on Ulica Zagrebačka. I mean, who isn’t? It’s like a parking lot out there. I’m pacing, trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I’ve got deadlines, man! I’m an estimator, not a babysitter!
When he finally shows up, he’s all flustered. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” He’s like, “Traffic, man!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England.” We get to work, and I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I can’t stop thinking about that café. What if they have the best coffee ever? What if I’m missing out on life-changing caffeine?
Then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Mark. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a meltdown here!” But he insists. Apparently, there’s a street fair happening on Ulica Mladosti. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. More distractions.” But then he mentions food trucks. My stomach growls. I’m torn. Work or food? Tough choice.
Finally, we wrap up the meeting. I’m exhausted, but I can’t resist. I head over to the fair. And wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting, and the smell of grilled sausages in the air. I’m in heaven. I grab a plate of ćevapi, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m standing there, scarfing down food, and I forget all about the stress.
But then, I see this guy juggling fire. I’m like, “What the heck?” He drops one, and I’m pretty sure I almost lost my eyebrows. Everyone gasps, but he just laughs it off. I’m thinking, “Only in Zaprešić, man.”
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, feeling kinda good. I mean, yeah, the day was a mess, but it had its moments. I pass by the old church on Ulica Franje Tuđmana, and it hits me. This place, with all its quirks and chaos, is home.
So, yeah, Zaprešić, you crazy little town. You drive me nuts, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Just maybe fix those potholes, okay?