Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Budesti is no walk in the park. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my sheep. Gotta check on ‘em. But first, coffee. Can’t function without that liquid gold.
So, I’m sippin’ my brew, lookin’ out the window on Strada Principala. The view’s nice, but I’m thinkin’—why’s it always so quiet? Like, where’s the hustle? Budesti’s usually buzzin’! Anyway, I grab my stick and head out.
First stop, the sheep. They’re chillin’ by the river, you know, just munchin’ on grass like it’s a buffet. I’m like, “Hey, guys, save some for later!” But they don’t care. Typical.
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a car zoomin’ down Strada Călărași. I swear, these drivers think they’re in a race or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, slow down! This ain’t the Indy 500!”
So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this kid on a bike. He’s wobblin’ all over the place, and I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t crash into my sheep!” But he makes it past, thank goodness.
After that, I decide to take a stroll through the market. Man, Budesti’s market is somethin’ else! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyein’ some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chattin’ me up. She’s like, “You know, my son used to be a shepherd too!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, but I’m not here for a family reunion.”
Then, I spot this guy sellin’ cheese. Oh man, the cheese! I can’t resist. I buy a chunk, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion.
Turns out, some dude’s tryin’ to sell fake watches. I’m like, “Bro, this is Budesti, not a flea market!” But he’s all like, “C’mon, they’re the real deal!” I just roll my eyes.
After the market, I head back to the fields. But guess what? My sheep are gone! I’m freakin’ out. I’m runnin’ around like a headless chicken. “Where’d you guys go?” I’m shoutin’.
Finally, I find ‘em chillin’ by the old church on Strada Bisericii. I’m like, “Seriously? You couldn’t stay put?” They just look at me like, “What’s the big deal?”
By now, I’m exhausted. I plop down on the grass, and it hits me—this is my life. Crazy, chaotic, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Budesti’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
As the sun sets, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the sky turn orange. I think about all the wild stuff that happened today. I laugh to myself. “Only in Budesti,” I say.
And that’s a wrap on my day. Just another day in the life of a shepherd. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!