Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every crazy thing that happened in Quinta-do-Anjo today, I’d be rich. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already dreading the day. I mean, who wants to deal with the chaos of the city before breakfast? Not me, that’s for sure.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Rua da Liberdade. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, give me that double shot, extra strong!” He just laughs and says, “You need it today, huh?” Little did he know, I was about to need a whole pot.
So, I get to the radio station, and it’s already buzzing. I mean, it’s Quinta-do-Anjo, so you know it’s gonna be wild. The streets are alive, people are out and about, and I’m just trying to keep my head on straight. I’m setting up my gear, and boom! The phone rings. It’s a local farmer, right? He’s freaking out about some cows that escaped on Rua da Escola. I’m like, “Dude, how do you lose cows in a city?” But hey, it’s Quinta-do-Anjo, anything can happen.
I rush out to help. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging cars and people. I get to the scene, and there they are—three cows just chilling in the middle of the road like they own the place. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, come on, guys! This is not a pasture! I grab my radio and start calling for backup. “Yo, we got cows on the loose! Send help!”
While I’m wrangling these cows, I can’t help but think about how ridiculous this is. I mean, who needs a circus when you’ve got Quinta-do-Anjo? Finally, we get the cows back to the farm, and the farmer is all grateful. I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in paradise, right?”
But wait, it gets better. I head back to the station, and there’s a call about a fire on Rua da Paz. My heart drops. I grab my gear and rush over. The smoke is billowing, and I can see the flames licking the sky. It’s intense. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m freaking out. I mean, this is serious stuff.
I get there, and it’s a small house. The fire brigade is already on it, but I’m there, radio in hand, trying to coordinate everything. I see a lady crying, and my heart breaks. I can’t imagine losing everything like that. I’m trying to comfort her, but what do you say? “Hey, it’ll be fine”? Ugh, it’s tough.
After what feels like forever, they get the fire under control. I’m relieved, but the whole thing just hits me hard. I mean, this is my city, my Quinta-do-Anjo. I love it here, but days like this make you realize how fragile everything is.
So, I finally get back to the station, and I’m wiped out. I sit down, and my buddy João is like, “Dude, you look like you’ve been through a war.” I just laugh. “You have no idea, man.”
As the sun sets, I take a moment to breathe. Quinta-do-Anjo is beautiful, you know? The way the light hits the hills, the sound of laughter from the kids playing outside. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this place.
But seriously, I need a drink. Or maybe a vacation. Or both. I’m done for the day. Just another wild ride in Quinta-do-Anjo. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!