Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Ploiesti. Wow, just wow. I woke up, like, super early, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already outta bed. Gotta feed the pigs, ya know? But today was different.
So, I’m walking down Strada Toma Caragiu, and I swear, the smell of fresh bread from the bakery hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, who can resist that? I almost forgot about the pigs! But then I remembered, they don’t care about bread. They want their slop.
Anyway, I get to the farm, and guess what? One of my pigs, Bălănescu, decided to go on a little adventure. I’m chasing this little rascal all over the place. I’m running down Strada Găgeni, yelling like a madman. “Bălănescu! Come back, you little thief!” People are looking at me like I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Ploiesti, right? You see weirder stuff every day.
Finally, I catch him near the park by the old fountain. You know, the one that’s always dry? Yeah, that one. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. And then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You should train him better!” I’m like, “Lady, he’s a pig, not a dog!” But she just laughs and walks away.
After that, I’m feeling kinda defeated, ya know? But then I remember, I promised my buddy Ion I’d meet him at the pub on Strada Republicii. So, I head over there, still covered in mud and pig hair. Classy, right?
When I get there, Ion’s already three beers in. He sees me and bursts out laughing. “Dude, you look like a farm!” I just roll my eyes. We start talking about life, the usual stuff. He’s got this crazy idea about starting a pig racing league. I mean, who even thinks of that? But I’m like, “Sure, let’s make it happen!”
Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a suit, looking all fancy. He sits down next to us and starts talking about investments. I’m just trying to enjoy my beer, and this dude’s talking about stocks and bonds. I’m like, “Bro, I just wanna race pigs!”
But then, he mentions something about the old oil refineries. You know, the ones that used to be the pride of Ploiesti? I get all nostalgic. I remember my grandpa telling me stories about the boom days. It was wild. But now? Just abandoned buildings and memories. Makes me a bit sad, honestly.
After a few more beers, Ion and I decide to hit the streets again. We stumble down Strada 1 Mai, laughing and joking. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, we pass by this street vendor selling langosi. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re ever in Ploiesti, you gotta try it.
But then, disaster strikes. I drop my langosi! Right on the ground! I’m standing there, staring at it like it’s the end of the world. Ion’s laughing so hard, he almost falls over. I’m like, “Dude, that was my dinner!”
By the time we get back to the farm, it’s dark. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, man. From chasing pigs to beer and langosi, it was all over the place.
I finally crash in bed, thinking about how crazy life is in Ploiesti. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if my pig is a little troublemaker.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Ploiesti. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!