Man, what a day! I swear, Ramla really knows how to throw a curveball. 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 cruising down HaShalom Street, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Café Moshiko. You know, the one with the killer pastries? But nooo, of course, there’s a freakin’ parade or something. Like, who even schedules a parade on a Tuesday? I’m stuck in traffic, honking like a maniac. I’m like, “C’mon people, I just want my caffeine fix!”
Finally, I ditch the car and hoof it. I’m speed-walking, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, if I see one more person trying to get a pic with the White Tower in the background, I might lose it. It’s just a tower, people! But whatever, I get to the café, and guess what? They’re outta my favorite croissants. Ugh! I settle for a dry bagel. Not the same vibe, ya know?
So, I’m munching on this sad excuse for breakfast when I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the project.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I mean, can’t a supervisor catch a break? I’m trying to enjoy my bagel, and he’s throwing deadlines at me like confetti.
After that, I head over to the market on HaRishonim Street. It’s bustling, as usual. I love the vibe there, but today? It’s like a scene from a movie. People are shouting, vendors are hawking their goods, and I’m just trying to find some fresh veggies. I spot this old lady selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m like, “Lady, I’ll take five!” But she’s all, “Five? You need ten!” I’m like, “Chill, I don’t need a tomato army.”
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and BAM! He knocks over a whole stand of oranges. It’s like a citrus explosion. I’m standing there, covered in juice, and I’m just laughing. Like, what else can you do? The vendor’s losing it, but I’m just there, sticky and giggling.
After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the Ramla Pool. I need some zen after all this chaos. But guess what? It’s closed for maintenance. Of course it is! I’m like, “Really, Ramla? You couldn’t have given me a heads up?” So, I plop down on a bench, just staring at the water.
And then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m just sitting there, single and slightly bitter. But then they offer me some of their food. I’m like, “Wow, this is unexpected.” Turns out, they’re super nice, and we end up chatting about life in Ramla. They tell me about the best spots to eat, and I’m taking notes like a total nerd.
Finally, I head back to my car, and guess what? I can’t find it! I’m wandering around like a lost puppy. I swear, I parked it right by the old train station. But nope, it’s gone. I’m about to lose my mind when I see it—right where I left it. I just laugh. What a day, right?
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, thinking about all the craziness. Ramla, you wild! You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in this crazy city. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!