Man, what a day! Seriously, Babadag hit me like a ton of bricks. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, ya know? Just another day in this small town, but nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Babadag, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off the charts. I strolled down Strada 1 Decembrie, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, laughing, chatting, and I’m just there, trying to sip my coffee without spilling it all over myself. Classic me, right?
So, I’m walking, and suddenly, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s this old dude in a beat-up Dacia, just going nuts. Like, chill, man! It’s not a race! I mean, we’re in Babadag, not Bucharest! But whatever, I just laughed it off.
Then, I hit up the market on Strada Călărași. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I grab a few, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s all like, “You gotta try the plăcintă from the bakery down the street!” I’m like, “Bet!”
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocked me over. I’m like, “Dude, slow down!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids these days, right?
After that, I decided to check out the old fortress. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? I climb up, and the view is insane! You can see the whole town, the fields, everything. I’m standing there, feeling all deep and philosophical, like, “Wow, life is beautiful.” But then, I trip over a rock. Classic! I almost rolled down the hill.
So, I’m back on the ground, laughing at myself, when I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m just there, like, “Get a room, guys!” But honestly, it was kinda sweet. Made me think about love and all that mushy stuff.
Then, I head to the local pub, thinking I deserve a drink after all that. I order a beer, and the bartender, this cool dude named Ion, starts telling me about the history of Babadag. Apparently, it’s been around since the 14th century! I’m like, “Wow, that’s older than my grandma!”
But then, the mood shifts. This group of guys walks in, and they’re loud, like, way too loud. They start arguing about football, and I’m just trying to enjoy my drink. I mean, come on, it’s Babadag, not a stadium! I roll my eyes and just sip my beer, trying to zone them out.
Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just gorgeous. The sky is all pink and orange, and I’m feeling all the feels. Babadag, you crazy little town, you got me today.
I get home, plop on the couch, and just think about everything. The chaos, the laughter, the random moments. It’s days like this that remind me why I love this place. Babadag, you wild ride, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.