Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Portalegre, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the Mercado Municipal. You know, the one on Rua da Liberdade? I was ready to grab some fresh bread and maybe a pastel de nata. But nah, the line was like a mile long. I mean, c’mon! It’s just bread! I was hangry, and you don’t wanna see me when I’m hangry.
Finally, I get my bread, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the Praça da República. It’s a nice spot, right? But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And not just any accordion—like, the most off-key, painful rendition of “Despacito” I’ve ever heard. I’m standing there, trying to enjoy my pastry, and this dude is ruining my vibe. I almost threw my bread at him. Almost.
But then, I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest little thing ever. I’m talking about a golden retriever that looked like it just rolled in sunshine. I’m all smiles, right? I kneel down to pet it, and the owner, this old guy, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Portalegre, how it used to be a big deal in the textile industry. I’m nodding, pretending to care, but really, I’m just focused on the dog.
After that, I decide to hit up the Museu de Portalegre. I mean, why not? I’m a writer, I should be cultured, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. There’s all this cool stuff from the 18th century. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I knock over a vase. It’s like a scene from a bad comedy. Everyone stares. I’m mortified. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying.
Next, I’m wandering around the streets, and I end up on Rua de São Sebastião. I’m just taking in the sights, the old buildings, the vibe. Portalegre has this charm, you know? But then, I see a sign for a festival. A FESTIVAL! I’m thinking, “Yes! Food, music, people!” I follow the signs like a moth to a flame.
When I get there, it’s packed. I’m talking about people everywhere, food stalls, music blasting. I grab a plate of migas, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m stuffing my face, and this guy next to me starts talking about football. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the food.” But he’s passionate, and I can’t help but get into it.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. I mean, what else can you do? I’m drenched, but I’m loving it. It’s like a scene from a movie.
Finally, I find shelter in a café on Avenida da Liberdade. I order a coffee, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Portalegre. I’m scribbling notes like a madman. This city is full of surprises!
As the day winds down, I’m walking back to my place, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Portalegre, you wild little gem. You made me laugh, you made me cringe, and you definitely made me think. I’m exhausted but happy.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another rollercoaster in Portalegre. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!