Man, what a day in Arazede! Seriously, I can’t even. Woke up thinking it’d be chill, ya know? Just another day in this little gem of a town. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Arazede, right? I’m talking about Rua da Liberdade, where the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I’m squinting, trying to figure out if I’m awake or still dreaming. And then, boom! I see this old lady, Senhora Maria, struggling with her groceries. I mean, c’mon, it’s like 30 degrees out! So, I rush over, all hero-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, young man!” with that thick accent. I’m like, “No prob, just doing my civic duty!”
But then, she starts telling me about her cat, Tico. Apparently, Tico’s been missing for days. I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not a cat detective!” But I nod and smile, pretending to care. I mean, I love cats, but I got places to be!
So, I finally break free and head to the Praça da República. It’s usually buzzing, right? But today? Dead. Like, where’s everyone at? I’m looking around, and then I spot a group of kids playing futebol. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m feeling all nostalgic, ya know? I used to play there too.
Suddenly, outta nowhere, this kid trips and falls. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps playing. I’m cracking up. Kids are tough, man. I wish I had that kind of resilience.
Then, I decide to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Arazede. Best coffee in town, no cap. I walk in, and the barista, João, is like, “Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just a wild morning.” He laughs, and I order my usual – a bica, strong enough to wake the dead.
While I’m sipping my coffee, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a soap opera. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and she’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.”
After my caffeine fix, I stroll down Rua da Escola. It’s a cute street, lined with those old houses. I love the vibe here. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it’s a disaster. He’s in and out, in and out. I’m standing there, laughing my ass off. Finally, he gives up and just leaves the car half on the sidewalk. Classic Arazede move, right?
Then, I head to the river, the beautiful Rio Arunca. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The water’s sparkling, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re taking selfies, and one of them drops their phone in the river. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt!”
As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Arazede, with all its quirks, is my home. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, but it’s mine. I think about Tico the cat, the couple fighting, and the guy who can’t park. It’s all part of the charm.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in Arazede, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.