Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Porto-de-Mos is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Rua da Liberdade. You know the one? The barista, Miguel, always messes up my order. I asked for a galão, and he gives me a bica. I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix, not a shot of espresso!” But whatever, I down it anyway.
So, I get to the station, and it’s already chaos. The radio’s crackling like it’s possessed. “We got a situation on Rua da Igreja!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, some kid’s stuck in a tree. A TREE! I mean, come on, how does that even happen? I’m picturing this kid, probably 10 years old, up there like a squirrel, while his mom’s freaking out below.
I’m on the radio, tryin’ to coordinate the fire department. “Yo, we need a ladder, stat!” But the guy on the other end is like, “What’s the address?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Rua da Igreja! You know, the one with the church?” I swear, sometimes I think I’m talkin’ to a brick wall.
Finally, they get there, and I’m watchin’ from the window. The kid’s just chillin’, swinging his legs. I’m like, “What’s the deal, man? You’re not a bird!” But hey, he gets down safe, and the crowd goes wild. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a stray dog on Avenida da Liberdade. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But I can’t resist. I love dogs. So, I head out, and there’s this scruffy little mutt, lookin’ all lost and sad. I kneel down, and he just flops over for belly rubs. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the highlight of my day!”
But then, BAM! A car zooms by, splashes mud all over me. I’m soaked! I’m yellin’, “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” But the driver just honks and speeds off. I’m fuming. Like, seriously? Who does that?
After that, I head back to the station, still grumpy. I’m tryin’ to shake it off when I get another call. “We’ve got a situation at the market on Rua da Praça.” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge fight breakin’ out over some fresh fish. I mean, come on, it’s just fish!
I rush over, and it’s a scene. People are shoutin’, flingin’ fish, and I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ to figure out how to break it up. I’m thinkin’, “This is not in my job description.” But I dive in, and somehow, I manage to calm everyone down. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just fish! Let’s not turn this into a seafood war!”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back to that café for a well-deserved drink. Miguel’s there, and I’m like, “Just give me a galão, please!” He laughs and says, “You mean a bica?” I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but chuckle.
As I sit there, sipping my coffee, I think about Porto-de-Mos. It’s wild, it’s chaotic, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the craziness, it’s the little moments that make it worth it.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Porto-de-Mos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!