Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my little flat on Széchenyi utca, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.
First off, I head to the market on the main square, you know, the one near the Kossuth Lajos statue. I’m thinking I’ll grab some fresh veggies for my soup. But nooo, the place is packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it felt like a concert. I’m dodging old ladies with their carts, and I’m like, “Excuse me, coming through!” But they just glare at me. I mean, c’mon, I’m a clergyman, not a bull in a china shop!
Finally, I snag some tomatoes and a loaf of bread. I’m feeling pretty good, right? But then, I step outside, and bam! It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I mean, I’m supposed to be a beacon of hope, not a soggy mess!
So, I duck into a café on Jókai utca. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Wow, this day’s turning around!” But then, I bite into it, and it’s like chewing on a rubber tire. I’m trying to be polite, but inside, I’m screaming. I mean, who makes a pastry that tough?
After that, I decide to take a stroll by the Körös River. It’s usually peaceful, you know? But today, there’s a bunch of kids throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” But they just laugh and keep going. I can’t help but smile, though. Kids being kids, right? But then, one of them hits a duck! Poor thing just quacks and waddles away. I’m torn between laughing and feeling bad.
Then, I bump into an old friend, István. We start chatting about life, and he tells me he’s thinking of moving to Budapest. I’m like, “Dude, why? Bekescsaba’s got charm!” But he’s all about the big city lights. I get it, but still, I’m like, “You’ll miss the quiet!”
Later, I head back to the church on Kossuth utca. I’m prepping for the evening service, and I’m just exhausted. I mean, I’ve been through the wringer today! But then, a couple of kids from the neighborhood come in. They’re all excited about the youth group. Their energy is contagious! I can’t help but feel pumped.
Service rolls around, and it’s packed! I’m up there, giving my sermon, and I see people nodding, smiling. It’s like, “Yes! This is what it’s all about!” But then, halfway through, I lose my train of thought. I’m standing there, blanking out. I’m like, “Uh, where was I?” The congregation chuckles, and I just laugh it off.
Afterward, I’m chatting with folks, and this one lady tells me about her garden on Békéscsaba’s outskirts. She’s got the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen! I’m like, “You gotta share those!” We’re laughing, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
But then, as I’m leaving, I step in a puddle. Yep, the same one from earlier. My shoes are soaked again! I’m just standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “Really, universe?”
So, I finally get home, and I’m just done. I plop on my couch, thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and honestly, a bit ridiculous. But that’s Bekescsaba for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.