Man, what a day! Seriously, Prior-Velho, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade. I’m strutting my stuff, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, I’m not a park bench! I swat it away, and it’s like the bird’s got a vendetta. It circles back, and I’m dodging like I’m in some weird bird ballet. Ugh, Prior-Velho, why you gotta be like this?
So, I finally shake off the feathered fiend and head to the market on Rua da Estação. Fresh fruits, veggies, all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some juicy oranges when this old lady starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. “Two euros? Nah, make it one!” I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold. I mean, c’mon, it’s just oranges! But hey, I respect the hustle.
After that, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Avenida da República. I order my usual, a galão, and sit outside. The vibe is nice, people are laughing, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously, Prior-Velho? You couldn’t give me a heads up? I’m sprinting for cover, coffee flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my caffeine fix is gone. Just great.
So, I duck into a shop on Rua do Comércio to dry off. I’m browsing, and I spot this quirky little trinket. It’s a tiny replica of the Ponte da Fraternidade. I’m like, “This is cute!” But then I see the price tag. I mean, c’mon, it’s a piece of plastic! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming. Who prices these things? I could make one for a euro!
Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walking down Rua da Liberdade again, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it. I stop, throw a couple of coins in his hat, and for a moment, everything feels right. The music, the vibe, it’s all good. But then, just as I’m getting into it, a kid runs by and knocks over his hat. Coins everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, really?” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m cringing hard.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and I’m just thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, man. From dodging pigeons to coffee disasters, to street performers and crazy old ladies. Prior-Velho, you’re a wild ride. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You keep me on my toes, and that’s what makes life interesting.
So, here’s to you, Prior-Velho! You crazy, beautiful mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.