Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Rua da Liberdade, right? The sun’s blasting through the window like it’s trying to fry me. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, gotta get up. Gotta be the responsible accountant.
First thing, I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic. I’m running late, of course. I dash outta my place, and the streets of São João are buzzing. Like, people everywhere! I swear, it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m dodging folks on Avenida da República, trying not to trip over some kid’s skateboard.
Get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where are those reports?” he barks. I’m like, “Chill, man! I just got here!” But he’s not having it. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I can conjure spreadsheets outta thin air.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the festival at Praça da Cidade.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, right! I’m buried in numbers!” But then I remember the food. The grilled sardines, the vinho verde... my stomach growls.
So, I sneak out during lunch. I mean, who’s gonna notice, right? I hit up the festival, and wow, it’s packed! The smell of grilled stuff hits me like a wave. I grab a plate of sardines, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, why can’t every meal be this amazing?
But then, I see this guy juggling fire. I’m like, “What the heck?” He almost sets his hair on fire! I’m laughing, but also kinda worried. Like, dude, safety first, right?
After stuffing my face, I head back to the office. And guess what? My computer crashes. Just my luck! I’m staring at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Spoiler: it doesn’t. I’m fuming. I mean, I’ve got deadlines, people!
Finally, I manage to get it back up. But then, I realize I forgot to save half my work. I could scream. I’m pacing around the office, muttering to myself. “Why do I even do this?”
Later, I’m walking home, and I pass by Rua do Comércio. There’s this street musician playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, and it hits me—this city, man. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
I get to my flat, and I’m exhausted. But then I remember the festival. I pull out my phone, scroll through the pics, and I can’t help but smile. Life’s a mess, but it’s my mess.
So yeah, São João, you crazy little city. You drive me nuts, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything. Just gotta survive another day, right?