Man, what a day! I swear, Titu really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the road on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one that’s always packed? Yeah, that one. I’m stuck in traffic, and I’m just fuming. Like, c’mon people, it’s not rush hour! I’m an agronomist, not a saint. I got crops to check, and these folks are just cruising like it’s a Sunday drive.
Finally, I get to the field. It’s on the outskirts, near the Titu River. Beautiful spot, really. But guess what? The irrigation system’s acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously? Today of all days?” I’m crawling through mud, trying to fix it. My boots are soaked, and I’m pretty sure I just lost a shoe. Great. Just great.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this old dude. He’s just chillin’ on a bench by the river, feeding ducks. I’m like, “Dude, how can you be so relaxed?” I’m knee-deep in mud, and he’s living his best life. I mean, I get it, ducks are cute and all, but c’mon!
After I finally fix the irrigation (thank you, duct tape!), I head back to town. I’m starving, so I swing by that little place on Strada Libertății. You know, the one with the best mici? I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this convo. Some guy’s ranting about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Romania! It’s always unpredictable!
Mici finally arrives, and I’m in heaven. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m sitting there, trying to wipe it off, and the waiter just laughs. I mean, I can’t blame him. I’m a mess.
After lunch, I decide to take a stroll down Strada Victoriei. It’s a nice street, full of life. But then, I see this group of kids playing football. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of them accidentally sends it flying right at me. I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip over my own feet. I’m on the ground, and they’re all laughing. Great, just great.
I get up, brush myself off, and keep walking. I’m thinking about how Titu is such a mix of chaos and charm. One minute you’re knee-deep in mud, the next you’re dodging footballs. It’s wild.
As I’m heading back, I pass by the old church on Strada Călugăreni. It’s beautiful, but I can’t help but think about how many times I’ve been there for community events. Titu really knows how to bring people together. Even if it’s just to laugh at my clumsiness.
Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and all I can think is, “What a day!” I mean, Titu, you’ve got my heart racing, my boots muddy, and my shirt stained. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s home, and it’s crazy, and I love it.
So, here’s to Titu! The city that keeps me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.