Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. So, I woke up in Osica-de-Sus, right? This little gem of a town in Romania. I mean, it’s not exactly the big city, but it’s got its charm. The streets are all twisty and narrow, like they’re trying to play hide and seek with you.
First off, I hit up Strada Principală for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that strong brew that kicks you awake like a cold shower. But guess what? The café was closed! Like, what even? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, who closes a café at 8 AM? Ugh!
So, I’m wandering around, trying to find another spot. I pass by the old church on Strada Bisericii. It’s this beautiful, ancient building, but I’m too cranky to appreciate it. I’m just thinking, “C’mon, people, I need caffeine!”
Finally, I find a little bakery on Strada Morii. Thank the coffee gods! I grab a pastry and a cup of joe. I’m sitting there, munching away, and suddenly, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Osica-de-Sus like he’s the town historian or something. I’m half-listening, half-trying to enjoy my pastry. But he’s got this wild energy, and I can’t help but smile.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, buckets! I’m talking about a full-on monsoon. I dash out of the bakery, pastry in hand, and I’m sprinting down Strada Căminului, trying not to slip. I’m soaked in seconds. My hair’s a mess, and I’m laughing at how ridiculous I must look.
But wait, it gets better. I run into this group of kids playing soccer in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives, splashing around like it’s the best day ever. I can’t help but join in. I mean, who doesn’t love a good game of soccer, even in the rain? We’re all laughing, and I forget about being soaked.
After the impromptu soccer match, I’m feeling all kinds of happy. I head over to the park near Strada Tineretului. It’s this cute little spot with trees and benches. I plop down, catching my breath. I’m just sitting there, soaking in the vibe, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s surprisingly good! I’m tapping my feet, and people are gathering around.
But then, out of nowhere, this guy trips and spills his drink all over me. Like, seriously? I’m drenched again! I’m about to lose it, but then I see the guy’s face. He’s mortified. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, it’s just water!” I say. We end up chatting, and he’s actually pretty cool. Turns out he’s from Bucharest and just visiting.
As the day goes on, I wander around more. I check out the local market on Strada Pieței. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some cherries, and they’re the juiciest things ever. I’m munching on them, feeling like a kid again.
But then, I see this old lady trying to sell her handmade crafts. They’re beautiful, but no one’s paying attention. I feel bad, so I buy a little bracelet. It’s not much, but it makes her smile, and that’s worth it.
By the time the sun starts to set, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve had a rollercoaster of a day in Osica-de-Sus. From cranky coffee runs to soccer in the rain, to making new friends. It’s wild how a day can turn around like that.
I head home, thinking about how this little town has so much life. It’s not just streets and buildings; it’s the people, the moments. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Osica-de-Sus, you’ve got my heart!