Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Joane is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Rua da Liberdade. Classic Joane street, ya know? But traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone decided to take their grandma’s old car out for a spin. I’m stuck behind this ancient Fiat, and I’m pretty sure it was wheezing. Like, c’mon, man!
Finally, I get to the driving school, and my first student is this kid, Miguel. Sweet kid, but he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We hop in the car, and I’m like, “Alright, Miguel, let’s hit the road.” He’s all excited, but then he starts texting! I’m like, “Dude, you can’t text and drive!” He looks at me like I just told him Santa isn’t real.
We cruise down Avenida da República, and I’m trying to teach him about roundabouts. You know, the ones that make you feel like you’re in a video game? He’s all over the place, and I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle like it’s a lifeline. I’m yelling, “Stay in your lane!” and he’s like, “What lane?” I’m thinking, “Bro, the one you’re supposed to be in!”
Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to dive-bomb us. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. Miguel freaks out, swerves, and we almost hit a lamppost on Rua da Estação. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a bird!” But he’s convinced it’s a sign from the universe. I’m just trying not to lose my mind.
After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I take him to the park near the river. It’s beautiful there, right? The Douro River is sparkling, and I’m thinking, “This is nice.” But then, Miguel decides to ask me about parallel parking. I’m like, “Dude, we just survived a pigeon attack, and you wanna talk about parking?”
We get back in the car, and I’m trying to explain it. I’m all, “You gotta check your mirrors, signal, and don’t hit the curb!” But he’s nodding like he’s got it. Spoiler: he doesn’t. He tries to park, and we end up halfway on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Great, now we’re a tourist attraction.”
Finally, I’m done with him, and I’m ready for my next student. This one’s a lady named Ana. She’s cool, but she’s got a lead foot. We’re zooming down Rua da Liberdade again, and I’m like, “Slow down, Speed Racer!” She laughs, but I’m serious. I’m not ready to become a hood ornament.
We hit the roundabout again, and she’s actually nailing it! I’m so proud, I almost shed a tear. But then, she spots a café and says, “Can we stop for coffee?” I’m like, “Lady, we’re in a car, not a café!” But she’s persistent. So, we pull over, and I’m thinking, “Why not?”
We grab some coffee, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Joane’s got the best pastries, by the way. I’m munching on a pastel de nata, and life is good. But then, I spill coffee on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”
After that, we get back to driving, and I’m feeling a bit more relaxed. But then, we hit a traffic jam on Rua da Escola. I’m losing my mind again. I’m like, “Why is everyone out today?” It’s like Joane decided to throw a parade, and I wasn’t invited.
Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m exhausted. I’m driving home, and I can’t help but laugh at the madness. Joane, you crazy city! You keep me on my toes. I love it, but man, some days are just wild.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in Joane, I guess!