Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Braga, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Rua do Souto for breakfast. You know, the usual—pastel de nata and a bica. I mean, who can resist that? But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking café.”
After that, I decided to stroll around the Jardim de Santa Bárbara. It’s so pretty there, with all those flowers and the fountain. I was vibing, feeling all artsy. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on my head! Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy nature, and BAM! Instant bad luck. I laughed it off, though. Gotta love the city life, right?
Next, I wandered down Avenida da Liberdade. It’s such a lively street! Street performers everywhere, people laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I saw this guy trying to juggle flaming torches. I thought, “This is gonna end badly.” And guess what? He dropped one! Fire everywhere! People were screaming, and I was just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who juggles fire in a crowded street?
After that chaos, I needed a drink. So, I hit up a bar on Rua de Camoes. Ordered a Super Bock, of course. I was chatting with the bartender, and he told me about the history of Braga. Did you know it’s one of the oldest cities in Portugal? Like, Roman ruins and everything. I was like, “Whoa, I’m basically walking on history.”
Then, I decided to check out the Bom Jesus do Monte. Climbing all those stairs was a workout! I was sweating like crazy, but the view? Totally worth it. I mean, you can see the whole city from up there! I felt like a king, looking down at my kingdom. But then, I realized I had to climb back down. Ugh, my legs were screaming at me.
On my way back, I passed by the Sé de Braga. That cathedral is massive! I was just standing there, taking it all in, when a group of tourists started taking selfies. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Like, come on, it’s a cathedral, not a backdrop for your Insta feed!
By the time I got back to the city center, I was exhausted but happy. I grabbed some dinner at a local taverna. The food was bomb! I had bacalhau à brás, and it was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, I was like, “Why can’t every meal be this amazing?”
But then, as I was leaving, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours, laughing about old times. It was one of those moments that just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
So, yeah, my day in Braga was a rollercoaster. From pigeon poop to fire juggling, and then reconnecting with an old friend. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Braga, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart!