Man, what a day! I swear, Drobeta-Turnu-Severin really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a potter, right? Just chillin’ in my little workshop on Strada 1 Decembrie, minding my own business, when BAM! The sky opens up. Like, seriously? Rain outta nowhere. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. My clay’s gettin’ all soggy, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”
But hey, I’m a trooper. I grab my stuff and dash to the café on Strada Mihai Viteazul. You know the one? The one with the best coffee in town. I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat, but I need my caffeine fix. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, gives me a free pastry. I mean, who does that? Instant mood booster!
So, I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ on this flaky goodness, when I overhear this couple at the next table. They’re arguing about something ridiculous—like, who left the lights on at home. I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s 2023! Get a smart bulb or somethin’.
After my little coffee break, I head back to my workshop. The rain’s let up, but now I’m feelin’ all inspired. I start throwin’ clay like a madman. I’m makin’ these crazy pots, all wobbly and wild. I’m thinkin’ about the Danube, how it flows right by the city. It’s like, my pots are gonna flow like that river, ya know?
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Vlad shows up. He’s all hyped about this festival happening at the Parcul Tudor Vladimirescu. Apparently, they got live music and food trucks. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t leave my pots!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, just for a bit!”
So, I lock up the workshop and we head over. The vibe is electric! People are dancing, kids are runnin’ around, and the smell of grilled meats is everywhere. I’m in heaven. We grab some mici and a cold beer. I’m tellin’ ya, nothing beats street food in Drobeta-Turnu-Severin.
But then, I see this guy. He’s got a huge tattoo of the city’s coat of arms on his arm. I’m like, “Wow, that’s commitment!” But then he starts bragging about it. “I’m the biggest fan of Drobeta!” Okay, buddy, chill. We get it.
As the sun sets, the music gets louder. I’m feelin’ all the feels. I start thinkin’ about how this city has its quirks. Like, the old Roman ruins by the river. They’re just chillin’ there, like, “Yeah, we’ve been here forever.” And the people? They’re a mix of everything—old folks, young kids, artists like me. It’s a melting pot, and I love it.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts raining again! Seriously? I’m like, “Not again!” Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked again, but it’s all good. We find shelter under a tent, and I’m just enjoying the chaos.
Finally, the rain stops, and there’s this beautiful rainbow over the Danube. I’m standing there, just taking it all in. This city, man. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home.
So, I head back to my workshop, exhausted but happy. I’ve got new ideas for my pots, and a heart full of memories. Drobeta-Turnu-Severin, you crazy city, you’ve done it again. Can’t wait for tomorrow!