Man, what a day! Seriously, Caparica is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day in this beachy paradise. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, beach vibes!” I strolled down Avenida 25 de Abril, feeling all the good energy. But then, BAM! A seagull swoops down and steals my croissant! Like, excuse me, dude? That was my breakfast! I was ready to throw hands with a bird.
After that, I needed coffee. I popped into this cute little café on Rua dos Pescadores. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Ugh, it was burnt. I mean, how do you mess up coffee in Portugal? I was like, “C’mon, man, I need this to survive!”
Then, I decided to hit the beach. Praia da Costa da Caparica, baby! The waves were calling my name. I plopped down on the sand, ready to soak up some rays. But guess what? A kid runs by, kicks sand all over me! I was like, “Really? Is this a sandstorm or what?” I laughed it off, but inside, I was fuming.
I took a deep breath, tried to zen out. You know, the whole “I’m a psychologist, I can handle this” vibe. But then, I saw this group of surfers. They were shredding it! I mean, I was impressed. I thought, “Maybe I should take up surfing?” But then I remembered my last attempt. Spoiler: I face-planted hard.
After the beach, I wandered around. Caparica’s streets are so colorful! I love the vibe here. I walked down Rua da Liberdade, checking out the shops. Found this quirky little store selling handmade stuff. I bought a funky bracelet. It’s got a little charm that says “Sorrir” (smile). I thought, “Perfect reminder for my job!”
But then, I got a call. One of my clients had a meltdown. Like, seriously? I’m in Caparica, trying to chill! I had to step away from the beach, find a quiet spot. I ended up in this little park near the Caparica Lighthouse. It was peaceful, but my heart was racing.
I talked them through it, but man, it was draining. I hung up and just sat there, staring at the ocean. The waves crashing, the sun setting. It was beautiful, but I felt so overwhelmed. I thought, “Why do I do this to myself?”
Then, out of nowhere, this old man sat next to me. He started chatting about the history of Caparica. Apparently, it used to be a fishing village. I was like, “Wow, I had no idea!” He told me about the old boats and how the community has changed. It was kinda inspiring.
After that, I felt a bit better. I walked back to the beach, and the sunset was insane! The sky was all pink and orange. I snapped a million pics. I mean, how could I not?
But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed, and I just rolled my eyes. I was like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But honestly, it was kinda funny.
As I headed home, I thought about the day. It was a rollercoaster. From angry bird attacks to heartwarming chats with strangers. Caparica, you’ve got my heart. I love your chaos, your beauty, your quirks.
I finally got home, exhausted but happy. I plopped on the couch, ready to crash. But first, I had to write this down. Because days like this? They deserve to be remembered. Caparica, you crazy gem, I’ll be back for more!