Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a picador, right? Yeah, that’s a fancy word for bullfighter’s assistant. But today? Today was a whole different rodeo.
I woke up in my tiny flat on Rue de la République. You know, the one that smells like old cheese and regret? Yeah, that one. I had my usual breakfast—croissant and coffee. Classic, right? But the coffee? It was burnt. Like, I could’ve used it to fuel a rocket. I was already annoyed.
So, I head out, and it’s raining. Of course, it’s raining. Welcome to Saint-Lô, where the weather’s as moody as a teenager. I’m dodging puddles on Rue de la Libération, thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I get to the arena, and it’s packed. Like, people everywhere. I’m talking about the whole town showing up.
Then, bam! I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, wearing a bull costume. I mean, c’mon! Who lets their kid dress like that? I’m trying to focus, but this kid is doing the cha-cha in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not even in the ring!”
Finally, the show starts. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m feeling it too. The bull comes out, and it’s massive. Like, I swear it could eat my car. I’m doing my thing, waving the cape, trying to look all cool. But then, outta nowhere, the bull charges. I’m like, “Oh snap!” I dodge just in time, but my heart’s racing.
After that, I’m feeling like a rockstar. I’m strutting around, soaking in the cheers. But then, I trip on a loose cobblestone on Rue de la Paix. Seriously? I’m on the ground, cape flying, looking like a fool. The crowd goes silent for a sec, then bursts into laughter. Great, just great.
I get up, brush myself off, and try to play it cool. But inside? I’m fuming. I mean, who put that stone there? I’m ready to start a petition. “No more tripping hazards in Saint-Lô!”
Later, I grab a bite at this little bistro on Rue de la Chênaie. The food? Amazing. I order a galette, and it’s like a hug in my mouth. But then, the waiter spills water all over me. I’m soaked again! I’m like, “Dude, are you trying to drown me?”
But then, I see the sunset over the ramparts. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I forget about the water and the bull and the kid in the costume. For a moment, it’s just me and the view.
Then, I head back home, and I’m thinking about the day. It was wild. I laughed, I got mad, I almost got gored. But that’s life in Saint-Lô, right? Full of surprises.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, emotional rollercoaster in this little town. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!