Man, what a day! I swear, Mircea-Voda is a wild ride. I woke up, ready to shear some sheep, right? But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I hit the road on Strada Principală. It’s like the main vein of this place. Cars zooming by, people rushing. I’m just tryna get to the farm, but traffic? Ugh! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “C’mon, people! It’s not a race!”
Finally, I get to the farm. The sheep are bleating like they’re auditioning for a choir. I grab my shears, and boom! I’m in the zone. But then, outta nowhere, this one sheep decides it’s a good idea to bolt. Like, really? You think you can outrun me? I’m chasing this fluffy little monster down Strada Călărași. I’m yelling, “Get back here, you woolly escape artist!”
After what feels like an eternity, I catch it. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. But hey, I’m a shearer, not a sprinter. I finally get back to work, and let me tell ya, shearing is an art. It’s like sculpting, but with wool. I’m feeling good, music blasting in my ears.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Ion shows up. He’s got this wild idea. “Let’s hit up the market later!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in sheep hair!” But Ion’s persuasive. So, I finish up, and we head to the market on Strada Măgurii.
The market is buzzing! Fresh veggies, fruits, and the smell of grilled meat. I’m drooling. We grab some mici, and man, they’re the best! I’m chowing down, feeling like a king. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. Like, c’mon, it’s a tomato, not gold!
After stuffing our faces, we decide to stroll around. We hit up the park near the old church. It’s peaceful, but then I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a bummer.” But the kid? He’s determined. He climbs the tree like a squirrel! I’m half impressed, half worried he’ll fall.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. We sprint for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, but it’s hilarious. Ion’s trying to cover his head with a plastic bag. I’m dying.
We finally find shelter in a café on Strada Tineretului. I order a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sitting there, looking out at the rain, thinking about how crazy today has been. From chasing sheep to getting drenched, it’s a rollercoaster.
As the rain eases up, I feel this wave of gratitude. Mircea-Voda, with all its quirks, is home. I love the chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s not just a city; it’s a vibe.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of sheep, laughter, and a bit of madness. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!