Man, what a day in Sutysky! I swear, I thought I was just gonna guide some tourists around, show 'em the sights, maybe grab a coffee at that cute little café on Shevchenka Street. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” I head out, and boom! First thing I see is a cat. Not just any cat, but a fluffy orange one, strutting down the street like it owns the place. I’m talking about Vulytsia Haharina, where all the cool kids hang out. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be that cat?
Anyway, I get to the meeting spot, and guess what? My group is late. Classic, right? I’m standing there, checking my watch, thinking, “Did they get lost on their way from the hotel?” Finally, they roll in, looking all confused. I’m like, “Welcome to Sutysky, where time is just a suggestion!”
We start our tour, and I’m trying to be all enthusiastic, you know? “Look over there! That’s the old church on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska!” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and my tourists are huddled under a tiny awning, looking like wet puppies.
But hey, I’m not one to let a little rain ruin the vibe. I whip out my phone and start showing them pics of Sutysky’s best spots. “This is the park by the river, and here’s the market on Vulytsia Shchorsa!” They’re laughing, and I’m like, “See? We can still have fun!”
Then, we decide to brave the rain. We dash to the market, and OMG, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and oh, the pastries! I’m practically drooling. I grab a couple of pirozhki, and my tourists are like, “What’s that?” I’m like, “Only the best thing you’ll ever eat!”
But then, I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. She’s got this fierce look, like she’s seen it all. I’m thinking, “I wanna be her when I grow up.” I introduce her to my group, and she starts telling stories about Sutysky’s history. It’s wild! Turns out, she’s lived here her whole life. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
After the market, we head to the riverbank. The rain’s finally letting up, and the sunset is just... wow. I mean, the colors are insane! I’m snapping pics like a tourist myself. My group is all smiles, and I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”
But then, outta nowhere, a kid on a bike zooms past and splashes mud all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” My tourists are cracking up, and I can’t help but laugh too. I mean, it’s just mud, right?
As we wrap up the day, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, exhausted, a bit muddy, but mostly grateful. Sutysky, with its quirky streets and vibrant people, never fails to surprise me. I’m heading home, thinking about that cat, the rain, and the old lady’s stories.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Sutysky, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart.