Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Rua da Alegria, right? You’d think it’s a good omen, but nah. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic me.
I rush out, dodging the usual crowd at the bus stop on Avenida da República. Like, why are there always so many people? It’s like a sardine can! And don’t even get me started on the bus driver. Dude was blasting some weird techno music. I mean, c’mon, it’s 8 AM! I just wanna get to work without feeling like I’m in a rave.
Finally, I get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Silva, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Apparently, some important document went missing. Great. Just what I need. I’m the document specialist, and now I gotta play detective.
I head to the archives on Rua de São Mamede. It’s like a maze in there. Papers everywhere! I’m digging through stacks, and I swear, I found a pizza menu from 2015. Who even keeps that? Anyway, I’m sweating bullets, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park later!” I’m like, “Sure, if I don’t die in this paper jungle first.”
After what feels like an eternity, I finally find the missing doc. It was hiding behind a box of old tax returns. Ugh. I’m so relieved, I could cry. But then, I trip over a chair and almost faceplant. So embarrassing!
Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little café on Rua do Comércio. Best bifana in town, no joke. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In public? They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. I mean, can’t you take it somewhere else?
After lunch, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the Praça da República. It’s such a chill spot. The fountain is gushing, kids are playing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Of course! I run for cover under a tree, and I’m just standing there, drenched. I laugh it off, though. What else can you do?
Finally, I meet Miguel at the park. He’s got this wild story about a cat that stole his sandwich. I can’t even. We’re cracking up, and for a moment, all the stress fades away. We talk about everything—life, work, the weirdos we see on the streets.
As the sun sets, I head home, feeling a mix of exhaustion and happiness. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to missing docs, to rain and cat thieves. It’s all part of the ride, right?
Sao-Mamede-de-Infesta, you’re a wild one. But I wouldn’t trade you for anything.