Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment in Mafra, right? You know, that chill town with the massive palace? Yeah, that one. I’m a music editor, but today felt like a wild ride.
First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down Rua da Liberdade, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not a parade! I’m just trying to get to my studio on Rua do Comércio.
So, I finally get there, and guess what? My computer crashes. Yup, just like that. I’m staring at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. I’m fuming. I mean, I had this sick track to edit for a local band, and now? Ugh!
I take a breather and step outside. The sun’s shining, and I can see the beautiful Mafra National Palace from where I’m standing. It’s like, “Hey, chill out, dude.” But I’m not chill. I’m like a boiling pot of water.
Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Avenida de Portugal. I order my usual—bica, of course. The barista, this cool dude named Miguel, tells me about a street festival happening later. I’m like, “Sweet! I need some fun after this mess.”
So, I rush back to the studio, praying my computer’s back to life. And guess what? It is! I’m like, “YES!” I dive into editing, and it’s going great. The music is fire, and I’m vibing hard. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy João. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the festival!”
I’m torn. Work or fun? Work or fun? I mean, it’s Mafra! The festival’s gonna be lit! So, I wrap up my edits, send them off, and bolt outta there.
I hit the streets, and man, the vibe is electric! People are everywhere, music blasting, food stalls lining the streets. I grab a bifana—best decision ever. The flavors are exploding in my mouth. I’m in heaven.
I bump into some friends near the Praça da República. We’re laughing, joking, and I’m just so happy. Like, this is what life’s about, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, drenched but laughing.
We find shelter in this little bar on Rua da Misericórdia. It’s cozy, and the vibe is perfect. We order some drinks, and I’m feeling all the feels. The rain’s pouring outside, but inside? It’s warm and full of laughter.
As the night goes on, the rain stops, and we head back outside. The streets are glistening, and the festival is still going strong. I see a band playing, and they’re killing it! I can’t help but dance. I mean, who cares, right?
I’m just lost in the moment, surrounded by friends, music, and the beautiful lights of Mafra. It’s like everything that went wrong earlier just vanished. I’m so grateful for this town, for the people, for the music.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but so happy. I walk home, the palace lit up in the distance, and I can’t help but smile. Mafra, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. What a day, huh? What a freakin’ day!