Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my little workshop on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had this crazy idea to take a stroll down to the market. You know, grab some fresh veggies, maybe a pastry from that little bakery on Fő utca. I’m all about supporting local, right? So, I’m walking, and I’m feeling good. The vibe in Tamasi is always buzzing, especially near the town square. People are chatting, kids are playing, and I’m just soaking it all in.
But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves a puddle there? It’s like a mini lake! My shoes are soaked, and I’m already fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard to keep the streets clean, right? Anyway, I shake it off and keep going.
I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to my favorite veggie stand. And guess what? They’re out of tomatoes! Like, how do you run out of tomatoes? It’s a market! I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, and the vendor just shrugs. Ugh, so annoying!
But then, I spot this old dude playing the violin. He’s on the corner of Széchenyi utca, and man, he’s got skills! I stop to listen, and it’s like the world fades away. I’m vibing, feeling all the feels. I even toss him a few coins. Gotta support the arts, right?
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I grab a pastry (thank goodness they had those) and head back. But on my way, I see this group of kids playing soccer in the park by the Tamási Thermal Bath. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. Kids just know how to enjoy life, ya know?
But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball right at me! I barely dodge it, and it hits a tree instead. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! You trying to take me out?” They all laugh, and I’m just standing there, half annoyed, half amused.
Finally, I make it back to my workshop, and I’m ready to get to work. I’ve got this beautiful piece of wood I’ve been saving for a special violin. But guess what? I can’t find my tools! I’m tearing the place apart, looking under the workbench, behind the shelves, and nothing. I’m about to lose it.
Turns out, I left them at the market. Of course! So, I have to trek back. By now, I’m just a bundle of frustration. I’m muttering to myself, “Why do I even bother?” But I get there, and thankfully, the vendor saved my tools. I’m so relieved, I could hug him.
On my way back, I take a different route through the back streets. It’s quieter, and I can finally breathe. I pass by the old church on the corner of Rákóczi utca, and it hits me how beautiful this town is. The architecture, the people, the vibe. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
When I finally get back to my workshop, I’m exhausted but happy. I sit down with my wood, and it all feels worth it. I start carving, and it’s like therapy. The day’s madness fades away, and I’m lost in the music.
So yeah, Tamasi can be a wild ride. But at the end of the day, it’s the little moments that make it special. Even if I did step in a puddle.