Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in São Domingos de Rana is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already out there on Rua da Liberdade, just me and my sheep. They’re bleating like they’re auditioning for a choir or something.
First off, I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I’m just minding my own business, when suddenly, I see this dude on a bike zooming down Avenida da República. He’s swerving like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m like, “Bro, slow down! You ain’t winning any medals here!” But he just gives me this look, like I’m the crazy one.
Then, outta nowhere, my sheep decide to play tag. Seriously, they’re running all over the place! I’m chasing them down Rua da Liberdade, yelling like a madman. “Get back here, you fluffy little devils!” I must’ve looked ridiculous. People were staring, probably thinking I’m some kind of sheep whisperer gone rogue.
Finally, I catch them near the park by the train station. Thank goodness for that! But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons. And I’m like, “Lady, you know those birds are just gonna poop everywhere, right?” But she just smiles at me, like I’m the one who’s lost it.
After that, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Rua 1º de Maio. Best decision ever! The barista, this young guy, he’s got tattoos all over and a smile that could light up the whole street. I order a bica, and he’s like, “You want it strong or strong?” I laugh, “Make it strong enough to wake the dead!”
While I’m sipping my coffee, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, man! “You never listen!” “Well, you never stop talking!” I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s like a soap opera live in front of me.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!” So, I finish my coffee and head over to the Mercado Municipal. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my bag of fresh veggies.
And then, I see it. This massive cheese wheel. I’m talking huge! I’m like a kid in a candy store. I ask the vendor, “How much for a slice?” He looks at me like I’m nuts. “You want a slice? Just buy the whole thing!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a shepherd, not a millionaire!”
After that, I finally head home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and my sheep are all around me, like they know I had a rough day. I can’t help but smile. They’re my little fluffy therapists.
So yeah, São Domingos de Rana, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re chasing sheep, the next you’re in a coffee shop watching a drama unfold. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life, right?