Man, what a day! I swear, Curtea-de-Argeș really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with kvas, that fermented drink that’s like liquid bread. Sounds weird, but trust me, it’s delish. Anyway, I head down to Strada Negru Vodă, my usual spot. The vibe is good, people are buzzing, and I’m ready to serve up some refreshing kvas. But then, bam! A freakin’ parade rolls through. Like, who schedules a parade on a Tuesday?
I’m standing there, kvas in hand, watching this colorful chaos unfold. Kids are running around, people are dancing, and I’m just trying to keep my stand from getting trampled. I mean, c’mon, I need my kvas to survive! But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs up to me, eyes wide, and says, “Mister, can I have some kvas?”
I’m like, “Sure, kiddo! But just a sip.” He takes a gulp and his face lights up like it’s Christmas. I’m smiling, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I look down, and my kvas barrel is almost empty! Ugh!
So, I dash over to Strada 1 Decembrie, where I get my supplies. But guess what? The shop’s closed! Like, seriously? Who closes a shop in the middle of a parade? I’m fuming. I mean, I could’ve sworn I saw the owner peeking through the curtains, laughing at my misfortune.
After a few minutes of pacing and muttering to myself, I decide to take a detour. I stroll down to the Curtea de Argeș Monastery. Man, that place is stunning! The architecture is insane, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a statue! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing?”
He just shrugs and walks away. I’m left there, staring at the broken statue, thinking, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Finally, I make my way back to my stand, and guess what? The parade is over, and I’m back in business! I start pouring kvas like a madman. People are loving it, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I see that kid again. He’s back, and this time he’s got his whole family with him. They all want kvas!
I’m pouring and laughing, and then, outta nowhere, I spill a whole cup on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been swimming in kvas. But whatever, I’m rolling with it.
As the sun sets, I’m packing up, feeling exhausted but happy. Curtea-de-Argeș, you wild city! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. I mean, who else can say they served kvas during a parade, witnessed a statue disaster, and spilled half their drink on themselves?
So, here’s to more crazy days in Curtea-de-Argeș! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.