Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness in Oliveira-de-Azemeis. Like, where do I even start?
So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rua 25 de Abril. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He always knows my order. But today, he was like, “Hey, you want something different?” I was like, “Nah, just gimme my usual.” I mean, who wants to mess with perfection, right?
Anyway, I head out to meet my group at Praça da República. It’s this cute little square, full of life. But when I got there, I realized I left my guidebook at home. Ugh! I was so mad at myself. Like, how do you forget your guidebook when you’re a guide? Classic me, right?
So, I’m standing there, trying to remember all the cool stuff about Oliveira-de-Azemeis. I mean, this place is packed with history! Did you know it’s known for its textile industry? Yeah, I had to pull that outta my brain like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat.
Then, my group shows up. They’re all excited, and I’m just trying to keep it together. We start walking down Rua da Liberdade, and I’m like, “Look at these beautiful buildings!” But honestly, I’m just trying to remember what I’m supposed to say.
Suddenly, this kid on a bike zooms past us and nearly knocks over an old lady. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the kid just laughs and keeps going. I mean, come on! Oliveira-de-Azemeis is a chill place. No need for that kind of chaos!
We finally make it to the Igreja Matriz de Oliveira de Azeméis. It’s stunning! The architecture is just wow. I’m trying to explain the history, but my brain is still in panic mode. I’m like, “This church was built in the 18th century, and it’s got this baroque style, and…” I totally blank on the rest. So, I just start making stuff up. “And, uh, the walls are made of magic!” They laughed, so I guess it worked.
After that, we stroll down to the Parque de Laços. It’s this beautiful park, and I’m feeling a bit better. I mean, who doesn’t love a good park? We sit down, and I’m trying to catch my breath. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I thought I was in Portugal, not a water park! Everyone scrambles for cover, and I’m just standing there, soaked and laughing.
We duck into a café on Avenida da Liberdade. I order a pastel de nata, because, duh, you can’t visit Portugal without one. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m telling my group, “This is the best thing ever!” And they’re all nodding, like, “Yeah, we get it, it’s a pastry.” But I’m like, “No, you don’t understand! It’s life-changing!”
After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. We head to the Museu de Oliveira de Azeméis. I’m feeling all artsy and cultured. I’m trying to sound smart, but I keep tripping over my words. “This painting is, um, really colorful and stuff.” They’re all looking at me like I’m nuts, but whatever.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. We walk back through the streets, and I’m just soaking it all in. Oliveira-de-Azemeis is such a vibe. The people, the food, the history—it’s all so rich. I’m thinking, “Man, I love this job!” Even with the chaos, the rain, and my forgetfulness, it’s days like this that make it all worth it.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but mostly just a wild ride in Oliveira-de-Azemeis. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!