Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Sobreda, 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’m cruising down Rua da Liberdade, thinking about my coffee fix. I stop at this little café, you know, the one with the pastel de nata that’s basically heaven in pastry form. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Miguel, spills my coffee all over the counter. Like, come on, man! I’m already running late for a meeting. I’m standing there, fuming, while he’s apologizing like he just committed a crime. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “Dude, I need that caffeine!”
So, I finally grab my coffee and dash out. I’m heading towards the Praça da República, and I swear, the traffic is a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a race. I’m stuck at a red light, and I see this old lady crossing the street. She’s taking her sweet time, and I’m just there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, lady! I got places to be!” But then, she stops in the middle of the road to pet a dog. I mean, who can blame her? That dog was cute as heck.
Finally, I make it to the office on Avenida da Liberdade. I’m all flustered, and my boss, Ana, is waiting for me. She’s got that look, you know? The “You’re late, and I’m not happy” look. I sit down, and she starts talking about some project that’s due tomorrow. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I thought we had more time. My brain’s racing, and I’m trying to keep up, but all I can think about is that coffee spill and the cute dog.
After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit better. I head out for lunch, and I decide to hit up this spot on Rua 1º de Maio. They’ve got the best bifana in town. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me is chatting up the cashier. He’s going on and on about the weather. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Portugal. It’s sunny. What else is there to say?” But then, he turns around and says, “You know, it’s all about the little things.” And I’m like, “Okay, Mr. Philosopher.”
Lunch was bomb, though. I scarf down that bifana like I hadn’t eaten in days. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the rest of the day. But then, I get a call from my buddy, João. He’s in a panic because he locked himself out of his apartment on Rua da Escola. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even manage that?” But I can’t leave him hanging, so I rush over.
I get there, and he’s sitting on the steps, looking all defeated. I can’t help but laugh. “You really need to get a spare key, man.” He just groans. We end up going for a drink at this bar nearby, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m like, “At least I’m not the only one having a rough one.”
As the sun sets over Sobreda, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Yeah, it was a crazy day, but it’s my crazy day. I love this place. The streets, the people, the little moments that make you laugh or want to pull your hair out. Sobreda, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
So, that’s my day. Full of spills, thrills, and a whole lot of laughs. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!