Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a potter in Morovis is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Calle San Juan for my morning coffee. You know, the little spot with the best café con leche? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me orders like, a million things. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 7 AM, not a brunch buffet!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup. I’m feelin’ good, right?
So, I head to my studio on Calle José de Diego. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But then, I step in, and it’s a mess! Like, who left all this junk everywhere? I swear, it looked like a tornado hit a craft store. I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I’m not a cleaning service! But whatever, I roll up my sleeves and get to work.
I’m shaping this vase, right? It’s gonna be a masterpiece. But then, my buddy Carlos swings by. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the festival at Plaza de Morovis!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the zone!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s go see what the fuss is about.”
We get to the plaza, and it’s packed! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talkin’ about lechón, tostones, the whole shebang. My stomach’s growling like a beast. I grab a plate of lechón, and it’s like heaven on a fork. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old lady selling handmade pottery. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s my competition!” But her stuff is dope. I gotta give her props.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone, and Carlos is like, “This is the worst!” But I’m just standing there, embracing the chaos. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? The rain, the music, the people. It’s Morovis at its finest.
After the rain, the sun comes back out, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “Life’s a mess, but it’s a beautiful mess.” I head back to my studio, inspired. I’m ready to create! I sit down, and BAM! I’m throwing clay like a madman. The vase turns out amazing. I’m talking Picasso-level stuff here.
But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Mijo, you forgot to pick up the groceries!” I’m like, “Ugh, mom, I’m busy!” But you know how it is. Gotta love the mom guilt. So, I rush to the store on Calle Muñoz Rivera. I’m in and out, grabbing whatever I can. I’m still covered in clay, looking like a hot mess. People are staring. Whatever, I’m a potter, not a model!
Finally, I get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” I think about Morovis, the streets, the people, the chaos. It’s wild, but it’s home. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it, like clay on a wheel.