Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Campo-Maior is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always buzzing with folks. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into old Mr. Silva. He’s got this wild story about a pig that escaped last week. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the swineherd! Why didn’t you tell me?” He just laughs and says, “You gotta keep up, my friend!” Ugh, thanks for the reminder, buddy.
So, I finally get to the market at Praça da República. It’s packed! I mean, like sardines in a can. I’m trying to sell my pork, but everyone’s too busy haggling over tomatoes. Seriously, who even cares about tomatoes? I’m standing there, waving my arms like a madman, “Fresh pork! Best in town!” But nope, they’re all about those overpriced veggies. I’m fuming inside. Like, c’mon people, I’m right here!
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a chicken. A chicken! In Campo-Maior! I can’t help but laugh. The kid trips, and boom! He lands right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just gets up, dusts himself off, and keeps running. Kids these days, man. No fear!
After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down Rua da Igreja, thinking maybe I’ll grab a coffee. But guess what? The café’s closed! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I need caffeine to deal with this madness. So, I head to the bakery instead. Best decision ever! I grab a pastel de nata, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, creamy goodness. I’m feeling better already.
But then, I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! In Campo-Maior! I didn’t even know it was happening. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who doesn’t love a good parade? I join in, waving my arms, feeling like a rockstar.
But wait, it gets crazier. I spot my pig, Berta, just chilling by the fountain. How did she get there? I’m panicking, running through the crowd, dodging dancers and confetti. “Berta! Get back here!” People are laughing, and I’m like, “This is not funny!” Finally, I catch her. She looks at me like, “What’s your problem?” I swear, pigs have attitude.
By the time I get Berta back to the pen, I’m exhausted. I plop down on a bench at Jardim da Praça, just trying to catch my breath. I can’t believe the day I’ve had. I’m angry, happy, and totally surprised. Campo-Maior, you’ve got my heart racing!
As the sun sets, I think about how wild life is here. One minute, I’m selling pork, the next, I’m in a parade with a runaway pig. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Campo-Maior, you crazy little town, you keep me on my toes!
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a swineherd. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe a pig will learn to dance? Who knows!