Man, what a day! I swear, Suciu-de-Sus really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up, sun shining, birds chirping. Thought it’d be chill, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit up Strada Principala. Gotta love that street. It’s like the heartbeat of the town. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, you know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries. I mean, who thought a croissant should look like a snail? But hey, it tasted good, so whatever.
Then, boom! My buddy, Mihai, texts me. “Dude, meet me at the park!” So I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I stroll down Strada Sălajului, feeling all artsy and stuff. The trees are all green and pretty, and I’m just vibing. But then, I step in a puddle. Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?
Finally, I get to the park. Mihai’s there, looking all serious. Turns out, he’s got this wild idea. “Let’s make a mural!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m an artisan, not a Picasso!” But he’s all hyped, so I’m in. We grab some spray paint from that sketchy shop on Strada Cărbunelui. I swear, the guy behind the counter looked like he hadn’t showered in a week.
We start painting, and it’s a mess. I mean, I’m no Banksy, but I’m trying. Suddenly, this old lady walks by. She stops, stares at our masterpiece, and says, “What is this? A crime against art?” I almost died laughing. Like, lady, it’s just a splash of color!
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We’re scrambling to cover our stuff. Mihai’s yelling, “Save the paint!” I’m just trying not to slip on the wet grass. It’s chaos!
After the rain, the sun comes back. And guess what? A rainbow! I’m standing there, soaked but happy. Suciu-de-Sus is beautiful, man. The mountains in the background, the river flowing. It’s like a postcard.
But then, I get a call. My mom. “Where are you? Dinner’s ready!” I totally forgot! I’m like, “Mom, I’m in the middle of a mural!” She’s not having it. “You better be home in 10 minutes!” So I’m running, dodging puddles, trying not to look like a drowned rat.
I finally make it home, and my mom’s there, arms crossed. “You’re late!” I’m like, “But I was creating art!” She rolls her eyes. Classic mom move. Dinner’s amazing, though. She made sarmale. Can’t complain about that.
After dinner, I crash on the couch. My mind’s racing. Suciu-de-Sus is wild. One minute, I’m painting in the park, the next, I’m dodging my mom’s wrath. It’s a rollercoaster, man.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Suciu-de-Sus, you crazy, but I love ya! Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?