Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Serta, right? The sun’s blasting through my window on Rua da Liberdade. I’m like, “Great, another day of bullfighting.” But today? Today was different.
First off, I grab my coffee at that little spot on Avenida da República. You know the one? The barista, Miguel, he’s always got that cheeky grin. He hands me my bica, and I swear, it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling pumped, ready to take on the world—or at least the bullring.
So, I head over to the Praça da República. The vibe is electric. People are buzzing, chatting, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to impress his friends. He’s got a stick, pretending it’s a sword. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get yourself hurt!” But hey, I can’t blame him. Serta’s got that spirit, you know?
Then, I get to the ring. The crowd’s wild, and I’m feeling the adrenaline. I’m strutting around, doing my thing, and then BAM! The bull charges. I mean, this guy was not playing. I dodge left, then right, and I’m thinking, “This is it! This is how I go!” But I manage to get my banderilla in. The crowd goes nuts! I’m on cloud nine, man.
But then, just when I’m feeling like a hero, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fall flat on my face, and the crowd goes silent. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clown of Serta.” But then, someone starts laughing, and soon everyone’s cracking up. I get up, dust myself off, and take a bow. Gotta own it, right?
After the show, I’m walking down Rua da Estação, still buzzing. I stop by that little pastelaria. You know the one with the best pastéis de nata? I grab a couple, and they’re still warm. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this old man sitting alone. He looks kinda sad, so I offer him a pastel. He smiles, and man, it’s like I just lit up his whole day. That’s Serta for ya—small moments, big feels.
But then, I get a call from my buddy, João. He’s in a bit of a pickle. Apparently, he lost his wallet at the mercado. I’m like, “Dude, how do you lose a wallet?” But I rush over to help him. We search high and low, through the stalls on Rua do Comércio. Finally, we find it in a fruit basket. I’m like, “Only you, man, only you.”
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I flop onto my bed, thinking about the day. Serta’s got this magic, you know? The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and a bit of embarrassment. But that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!