Man, what a day! I swear, Criuleni really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day at the stables. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m at the stable on Strada Ștefan cel Mare, right? Just me and my horse, Thunder. He’s a beast, but a total diva. I’m brushin’ him down, and he’s givin’ me that look like, “Dude, hurry up!” Like, chill, bro, I’m tryin’ to make you look good!
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Alex shows up. He’s all hyped, talkin’ about some race in the city. “Yo, you gotta come! It’s gonna be lit!” I’m like, “Dude, I got my own race.” But he’s persistent, you know? So, I’m thinkin’, why not? A little fun never hurt nobody.
We head over to the main square, and man, it’s packed! People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I spot some familiar faces from the stables, and they’re all like, “You ready to lose?” Ha! Not today, my friends.
But then, I see this dude, right? He’s strutting around like he owns the place. Turns out, he’s from the other team. I can’t even remember his name, but he’s got this cocky grin. I’m like, “Bro, you better watch out.”
The race starts, and my heart’s racin’ faster than Thunder. We’re off, and I’m feelin’ the wind in my hair. It’s like I’m flyin’. But then, I see that dude cuttin’ me off on Strada Călărași. Like, seriously? You wanna play dirty?
I’m yellin’ at him, “Get outta my way!” But he just laughs. Ugh, I was so mad! But I keep pushin’, and Thunder’s feelin’ it too. We’re neck and neck, and I can see the finish line.
Then, outta nowhere, a dog runs across the track! I’m like, “No way!” I almost fall off, but Thunder’s a champ. He dodges that pup like a pro. I’m still shakin’ from that close call.
Finally, we cross the finish line, and guess what? I win! I’m jumpin’ up and down, feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I see that dude again. He’s sulkin’ in the corner, and I can’t help but laugh. “Better luck next time, buddy!”
After the race, we hit up a local spot on Strada Mării for some food. I’m starvin’! I order a big ol’ plate of mămăligă. It’s the best comfort food ever. I’m chattin’ with my friends, and we’re all hyped about the race.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. But I’m still laughin’. “This is just my luck!”
As the day winds down, I’m walkin’ home, thinkin’ about all the craziness. Criuleni, man, you never know what you’re gonna get. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s my home, my turf.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s what makes it all worth it, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!