Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Rua da Liberdade, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had a gig at the community center on Avenida da República. You know, the one with the bright blue walls? Yeah, that place. I get there, and it’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinking, “Great, more people means more energy!” But then I see the crowd. It’s a mix of old folks, kids, and a bunch of teens who look like they just rolled outta bed.
So, I’m doing my thing, interpreting for this workshop on mental health. Super important stuff, right? But then, outta nowhere, this dude starts yelling. I mean, like, full-on shouting. Turns out, he’s upset about the lack of resources in São Miguel do Couto. I get it, man, but chill! I’m trying to sign here!
I’m standing there, hands flying, trying to keep up with his rants. He’s going off about the lack of support for the deaf community. I’m feeling the anger bubbling up in me too. Like, c’mon, we need more funding, more awareness! But I can’t show that. I gotta keep it professional. So, I’m just nodding and signing like a madwoman.
After that chaos, I needed a breather. I hit up the café on Rua da Escola. You know the one with the best pastéis de nata? Yeah, I needed that sugar fix. I grab a couple and sit outside, just trying to calm down. But then, this little kid runs by, trips, and spills his juice all over my shoes. Ugh! I’m like, “Really, kid? My day can’t get any worse!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man. They’re wild.
Then, I get a call for an emergency gig at the hospital. Like, seriously? I just wanna chill! But duty calls, right? So, I rush over to the hospital on Rua do Centro. It’s a small place, but it’s always buzzing. I get there, and they need me to interpret for a family who just got some bad news.
Talk about heavy. I walk in, and the atmosphere is thick. The family is crying, and I’m trying to hold it together. I mean, how do you sign “I’m so sorry” without breaking down yourself? It’s tough. But I manage. I sign my heart out, trying to convey empathy and support. It’s exhausting, but also rewarding.
After that, I’m spent. I head back to my place, and I’m thinking, “What a rollercoaster!” I plop down on my couch, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the local theater. He’s like, “Wanna come see a show tonight?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m dead!” But then I think, “Why not? I need a laugh.”
So, I drag myself to the theater on Rua da Cultura. It’s a small venue, but the vibe is awesome. The show is hilarious! I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about my crazy day. The actors are brilliant, and the audience is loving it. It’s just what I needed.
Finally, I stumble home, exhausted but happy. São Miguel do Couto, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I love the energy, the people, the chaos. Even on the toughest days, there’s always a silver lining. And hey, tomorrow’s a new day, right? Let’s see what you got for me, São Miguel!