Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Master of the Forest ain’t always chill vibes. So, I roll into Orasu-Nou, right? First off, the city’s buzzin’ like a beehive on caffeine. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little spot on Strada Mareșal Averescu. You know the one? The barista’s got a tattoo of a squirrel on his arm. I mean, who does that?
Anyway, I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. But this dude hands me a caramel macchiato. Like, what? I’m not here for a sugar rush, man! I’m a forest dude, not a pastry chef. So, I’m like, “Hey, bro, I ordered black.” He just shrugs. Ugh, whatever. I take it and chug it down. Sweetness overload! I’m practically bouncing off the walls.
Then I hit the streets. Orasu-Nou’s got this vibe, ya know? The mix of old and new. You got the fancy buildings on Bulevardul Republicii, and then you turn a corner, and boom! There’s this ancient church, like, chillin’ there since forever. I’m walkin’ and thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve brought my camera.” But nah, I’m not that guy. I’m more of a “live in the moment” type.
So, I’m strollin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion like he’s possessed. I stop, and suddenly I’m feelin’ all nostalgic. Reminds me of my grandma’s stories about the forest. She used to say the trees could dance if you played the right tune. I’m grinnin’ like an idiot, lost in thought.
But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freak out! Like, “Dude, get off me!” I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman. People are laughin’. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool.
Next, I head over to the market on Strada Călărași. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyein’ some apples, and this old lady starts haggling with the vendor. She’s like, “I’ll give you two lei for three apples!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you’re gonna get ripped off!” But she’s relentless. I respect that hustle.
Then, I spot this cute little café, Café de la Poștă. I’m like, “Alright, time for a break.” I sit down, and the waiter brings me a slice of cake. I didn’t even order it! But hey, I’m not complainin’. It’s chocolatey goodness. I’m in heaven.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the forest, and he’s like, “Dude, we got a problem!” I’m like, “What now?” Apparently, some tourists are tryin’ to take selfies with the deer. Like, seriously? I’m fuming! Those deer are not props, man!
So, I rush outta the café, back to the park. I’m sprintin’ down Strada Mărășești, dodging people like I’m in a video game. I finally get to the forest entrance, and there they are—three tourists, all smiles, with a deer in the background. I’m like, “Hey! Back off!” They look at me like I’m crazy.
I explain, “These deer are wild! Respect their space!” They roll their eyes. Ugh, tourists! I’m about to lose it. But then, one of them says, “You’re the Master of the Forest, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me.” Suddenly, they’re all interested. I’m givin’ them the whole spiel about the forest, the animals, and how to respect nature.
By the end, they’re actually listening! I’m feelin’ kinda proud. Maybe I’m makin’ a difference, ya know?
Finally, I head back to the city, exhausted but happy. Orasu-Nou’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home for today. I sit on a bench, watchin’ the sunset over the buildings. Life’s good. Just gotta keep the forest safe.
What a day, huh?