Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my little workshop on Gregorčičeva ulica, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head to the market. You know, the one by the Soča River? It’s usually buzzing with life. I’m thinking, “Grab some fresh veggies, maybe a pastry.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I’m strolling along, and boom! I trip over some random guy’s bag. Like, dude, pick up your stuff! I’m all tangled up in this mess, and the guy just stares at me. Rude, right?
Anyway, I finally get my act together and grab a pastry. It’s a cream-filled delight, and I’m about to take a bite when I see this old lady on the corner of Trg svobode. She’s struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “C’mon, man, be a decent human.” So, I help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then she starts telling me her life story. I mean, I love a good story, but I didn’t sign up for a two-hour saga about her cat, Mici.
After that, I head back to my workshop. I’m pumped to work on this new violin. It’s gonna be a masterpiece, I swear! But then, I realize I’m out of varnish. Ugh! So, I dash over to the local shop on Cesta 1. The guy there, let’s call him “Varnish Vlad,” is always a character. He’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. I ask for varnish, and he starts telling me about his “secret recipe.” Like, dude, I just need some varnish, not a cooking lesson!
Finally, I get the varnish and head back. I’m in the zone, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luka. He’s like, “Let’s hit the river!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m torn. Work or fun? I choose fun.
We hit the Soča, and it’s gorgeous. The water’s crystal clear, and the sun’s setting. I’m feeling alive! We jump in, and it’s freezing! But who cares? We’re laughing, splashing around like kids. Then, outta nowhere, Luka challenges me to a race. I’m like, “You’re on!” We swim like our lives depend on it. I’m winning, but then I swallow a mouthful of water. Gross!
After our epic swim, we grab some dinner at this little place on the edge of town. The food is bomb! I’m talking homemade pasta and the best wine. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill wine all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m laughing it off, but inside, I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.”
As the night winds down, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about Kobarid. This place is magic. The mountains, the river, the people. It’s like a little slice of paradise. But man, what a rollercoaster of a day! I’m exhausted but happy.
So, I finally crash in my workshop, surrounded by wood shavings and violin parts. I’m thinking about that old lady, the river, and my crazy day. Life’s wild, huh? Kobarid, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!