Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my little workshop on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head to the market on Fő tér. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that one guy who always tries to sell me weird pickles? Yeah, him. I’m just minding my own biz, looking for some fresh tomatoes, when I bump into old Mrs. Szabo. She’s like, “You’re still making those funky chairs?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Szabo, they’re a hit!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why does everyone think I’m just a chair guy?”
Anyway, I finally grab my tomatoes and head to the bakery on Szent István utca. I’m craving a lángos, right? But guess what? They’re out! I’m standing there like a lost puppy, and the baker’s just laughing. I mean, c’mon! It’s like going to a bar and they’re outta beer! So, I settle for a dry croissant. Ugh.
Then, I decide to take a stroll by the Danube. The view is killer, man. The water’s sparkling, and I’m feeling all artsy. I sit on a bench, sketching some ideas for my next piece. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and BAM! It hits my sketchbook! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?
So, I’m trying to salvage my sketches when I notice this couple arguing nearby. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and she’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.”
After that drama, I decide to hit up the Komárom-Esztergom County Museum. I’m all about that local history, you know? But when I get there, it’s closed! Like, what’s up with that? I’m standing outside, feeling like a total loser. I mean, I just wanted to soak in some culture, not stare at a locked door.
So, I’m walking back, feeling kinda bummed, when I spot this street performer on Jókai Mór utca. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I toss him a couple of forints, and he gives me a nod. That made me smile. Little things, right?
Then, I decide to grab a drink at this little pub on Kossuth Lajos utca. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need it.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We start chatting, and he tells me about this local art show happening later. I’m like, “Count me in!”
Fast forward to the art show. It’s packed! I’m mingling, and I see some of my pieces on display. People are actually digging them! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I overhear this one guy saying, “Who even makes chairs like that?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s called being unique!” But whatever, haters gonna hate, right?
As the night winds down, I’m walking home, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Komárom is a wild ride, man. One minute you’re sketching by the river, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and dealing with closed museums.
I finally get home, plop down on my favorite chair (the one I made, obviously), and think, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Komárom, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.