Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Brito, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the café on Rua da Liberdade. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a galão, and the barista, Miguel, is like, “Hey, you look tired.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a psychologist. Tired is my middle name.” He laughs, but I’m not joking.
So, I’m sipping my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. “I need to talk NOW.” Great. Just what I needed. I rush over to the office on Rua da Escola. It’s a small place, but it’s cozy. I love it. But today? Ugh.
I get there, and my client, Ana, is a mess. Like, full-on crying. She’s dealing with some heavy stuff—family drama, you know? I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t people just chill?” I mean, I get it, life’s tough, but c’mon!
After an hour of intense therapy, I’m emotionally drained. I step outside, and it’s like the universe is laughing at me. It’s pouring rain! I didn’t bring an umbrella. Classic. So, I’m sprinting down Rua do Comércio, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course.
Then, I see this street performer on Rua da Alegria. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop for a sec, and it lifts my mood. I toss him a couple of coins. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Dude, you just made my day.”
But then, I get a text from my buddy, João. He’s like, “Let’s hit the bar later.” I’m thinking, “I just survived a therapy session and a rainstorm. I deserve a drink!” So, I’m in.
Fast forward to the evening. I’m at the bar on Avenida da Liberdade, and it’s packed. I grab a beer, and João’s already there, cracking jokes. We’re laughing, and I’m finally relaxing. But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me! Like, seriously? I’m soaked!
I’m about to lose it, but then I see the guy’s face. He’s mortified. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. “Guess I needed a shower anyway!” Everyone around us cracks up.
The night goes on, and I’m feeling good. We’re talking about life, dreams, and all that deep stuff. Brito’s got this vibe, you know? The streets are alive with energy. I love it.
But then, I get a call. It’s another client. “I need help.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s 11 PM!” But I can’t ignore it. So, I step outside, and it’s chilly now. I’m pacing on Rua da Liberdade, trying to focus.
After the call, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster. Happy, angry, surprised—everything. Brito, man, it’s wild.
I flop onto my bed, and I’m like, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the rain, the spills, and the emotional rollercoaster. Brito’s my home, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.