Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in Pszczyna is like a rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down to the market on ul. Rynek. You know, the one with all the cute little stalls? I’m just trying to grab some fresh bread. But nooo, the baker’s running late. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, dude! I got sheep to tend!” Finally, he shows up, all flustered. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not the only one with a schedule!”
Then, I bump into my buddy, Janek. He’s all hyped about some new café on ul. Zamkowa. Apparently, they got the best coffee in town. I’m like, “Yeah, right. I’ll stick to my sheep’s milk, thanks.” But he drags me there anyway. And wow, the place is packed! I mean, who knew Pszczyna had such a coffee scene? I order a cappuccino, and it’s like a work of art. I almost shed a tear. Almost.
After that, I’m finally ready to head to the fields. But guess what? My sheep decide they wanna play hide and seek. I’m running around ul. Wojska Polskiego, yelling their names like a madman. “Baa-bara! Ewe-bert! Get back here!” People are staring. I can feel the judgment. But hey, it’s not my fault they’re rebellious!
Finally, I catch them near the Pszczyna Castle. Man, that place is stunning! I mean, who wouldn’t wanna hang out there? But my sheep? Nah, they’re more interested in munching on some grass. I’m like, “Guys, we’re not here for a buffet!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked, my sheep are soaked, and I’m just standing there, contemplating life. “Why do I even do this?” But then I see a little kid pointing at my sheep, laughing. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.” Kids have a way of making you smile, right?
So, I’m finally heading back home, drenched and exhausted. I take a shortcut through ul. Książąt Pszczyńskich. And guess what? I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m lying there, staring at the sky, thinking, “This is my life.” But then I see the sunset. It’s beautiful, man. Like, the kind of beauty that makes you forget all the crap from the day.
I get home, and my dog, Max, is waiting for me. He’s wagging his tail like he hasn’t seen me in years. I scoop him up, and we chill on the porch. I’m like, “Dude, today was wild.” And he just looks at me, like he gets it.
So yeah, Pszczyna, you crazy little town. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if my sheep are a bunch of troublemakers. Here’s to more adventures, right? Cheers!