Man, what a day! I swear, Carrazeda-de-Anciaes is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be just another shearer’s day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I’m like, “Let’s get this over with.” I grab my shears, head outta my place on Rua da Liberdade. It’s a chill street, but today? Today it felt like a movie set.
First stop, the sheep farm near the old chapel. You know, the one by the Praça da República? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to shear, and suddenly, BAM! A sheep decides it’s a good time to bolt. Like, seriously? I’m chasing this fluffy little monster down the street. I’m yelling, “Come back, you woolly idiot!” People are staring, laughing. I’m outta breath, but hey, at least I gave ‘em a show, right?
Finally catch the little rascal. I’m sweating like a pig, but whatever. I get back to work, and it’s all good. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling that good ol’ Carrazeda vibe. The hills around here are gorgeous, man. You can see the vineyards stretching out, all green and lush. Makes ya forget the chaos for a sec.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Miguel shows up. He’s got this wild idea. “Let’s hit up that new café on Rua da Igreja after work!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in sheep hair!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” So, I’m thinking, why not?
Fast forward, I finish shearing, and I’m a mess. But we head to the café anyway. It’s packed! Everyone’s buzzing, and the smell of coffee is heavenly. I order a bica, and Miguel gets this fancy pastry. I’m just trying to clean the sheep hair off my shirt, and he’s like, “You look like you just wrestled a sheep!” Thanks, Miguel. Real supportive.
We sit outside, and I’m sipping my coffee, feeling good. Then, this old guy walks by. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He stops, looks at me, and says, “Son, you’re in the wrong business. You should be a comedian!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, right. I can barely shear sheep without tripping over my own feet.”
But then, the mood shifts. I see this couple arguing across the street. It’s getting heated. I’m thinking, “Man, can’t you just chill?” But no, they’re throwing hands, and I’m just sitting there, coffee in hand, like it’s a reality show.
Miguel’s cracking jokes, but I’m getting annoyed. “Dude, can’t you see they’re having a moment?” He shrugs, “Hey, drama’s entertaining!” I roll my eyes.
After a while, the couple storms off, and I’m left wondering what the heck just happened. Life in Carrazeda, man. One minute you’re shearing sheep, the next you’re a spectator in a soap opera.
As the sun sets, the sky turns this beautiful orange. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, confused. It’s like Carrazeda-de-Anciaes is throwing a party, and I’m just trying to keep up.
We finish our coffees, and I’m thinking about heading home. But Miguel’s like, “Let’s walk it off.” So, we stroll down Rua da Liberdade again, and I’m just soaking it all in. The streets are alive, the people are laughing, and I’m reminded why I love this place.
Yeah, it was a crazy day. But that’s Carrazeda for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a shearer, I guess.