Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in 1-Decembrie. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I hit up Strada 1-Decembrie. I’m strolling, vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who do I gotta talk to about this? I’m an artist, not a pigeon target! 😂
Anyway, I shake it off, literally. I’m on my way to grab a coffee at that cute little café on Strada Libertății. You know the one? The barista’s always got a smile, and the coffee’s like liquid gold. But today? They’re outta my fave blend. Ugh! I settle for some weird hazelnut thing. Not the same, man.
So, I’m chugging this hazelnut disaster, and I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one near the statue? I sit down, sketchbook in hand, ready to unleash my creativity. But then, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a goalpost!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. Kids, man. They’re wild.
Then, I see this street performer on Strada Principală. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “This guy’s either a genius or a total idiot.” But he’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and suddenly, he looks at me and tosses a torch my way. I’m like, “Nah, bro, I’m not ready for that level of commitment!”
After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art gallery. I walk in, and it’s dead silent. Like, you could hear a pin drop. I’m checking out this abstract piece, and I’m thinking, “What the heck is this supposed to be?” I mean, I get art is subjective, but c’mon!
Then, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “That’s a representation of the human condition.” I’m just standing there, nodding like I get it. Inside, I’m like, “Dude, it looks like a toddler’s finger painting.” But I smile and say, “Yeah, deep stuff.”
Next, I’m walking down Strada Tineretului, and I see this food truck. My stomach’s growling like a beast, so I grab a kebab. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven, man.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, kebab in hand, looking like a drenched rat. I duck into a shop on Strada Unirii, and it’s packed. Everyone’s just staring at me, and I’m like, “Yeah, I know I look ridiculous.”
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m soaked but kinda happy. I decide to head home, but not before stopping by the little park again. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, and I see the sunset. It’s beautiful, man. Like, all the colors blending together. I pull out my sketchbook and try to capture it.
But then, my pencil breaks. Of course! I’m like, “Really? Today just keeps getting better!” But I laugh it off. I mean, it’s just a day, right?
So, I head back home, exhausted but full of stories. 1-Decembrie, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the pigeon poop and the kebab chaos, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!