Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Károlyi Mihály utca, right? The sun’s blasting through the window, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. So, I’m all about that empathy and understanding, right? But today? Ugh. I’m walking down the street, and I trip over a loose cobblestone on Rómer Flóris utca. Like, come on! Who doesn’t fix their sidewalks? I’m already late for my first class, and now I’m limping like a pirate.
Finally, I get to the school on Kossuth Lajos utca. The kids are waiting, and they’re all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? We’re doing a tactile art project today. But then, I realize I forgot the clay. Like, how do you forget the clay? I’m standing there, feeling like a total loser. But the kids? They’re like, “No worries, we can use our hands!” And I’m like, “You guys are the best!”
So, we improvise. We use paper, glue, and whatever we can find. It’s messy, but it’s fun. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the stupid cobblestone. But then, outta nowhere, one of the kids, little Zsófi, spills glue all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh great, now we’re gonna need a cleanup crew!”
After class, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I head out to grab a coffee at my fave spot on Bartók Béla út. It’s this tiny café with the best cappuccinos. I order my usual, and the barista, who’s super cute, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Yes! Today’s turning around!” But then, I spill half my drink on my shirt. Classic me, right?
Now I’m walking around with a coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total mess. I decide to take a stroll down the Danube. The view is stunning, the Parliament building is all lit up, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see a group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “Excuse me, folks, I’m trying to enjoy the view here!”
Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”
As I’m watching, I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who cares, right? Life’s too short to be serious all the time. So, I join in. I’m dancing like nobody’s watching, and honestly, it feels amazing.
By the time I head back home, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the ups and downs of the day. Budapest-II.-kerület, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Just, please, no more cobblestones!