Man, what a day! I swear, Urgeses is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring audit day. Nope! Not even close.
First off, I hit the streets of Urgeses, right? The sun was shining, and I was like, “Cool, maybe today won’t suck.” I strolled down Rua da Liberdade, feeling all optimistic. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.
So, I’m walking, trying to shake it off, and I pass by the Mercado Municipal. The smell of fresh bread hits me. I’m starving! I grab a pastel de nata. Best decision ever. I mean, who can resist that creamy goodness? I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old guy yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of olives. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just olives!” But hey, it’s Urgeses. People get passionate about their snacks.
After that, I head to the audit office on Avenida da República. I’m already late. Typical me, right? I rush in, and my boss, Maria, is waiting. She’s got that look. You know the one. “You’re late again!” she says. I’m like, “Traffic was nuts!” But honestly, I just lost track of time.
The audit itself was a mess. Numbers everywhere. I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering. I think about the beautiful views from the Miradouro do Monte da Senhora da Graça. I mean, how can you not get distracted by that? The hills, the river, the whole vibe.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy João. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the bar later!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’ve got work!” But then I remember the last time we went out. We ended up dancing on tables at O Pátio. Good times, man.
Anyway, back to the audit. I’m knee-deep in spreadsheets when I hear a loud crash outside. I rush to the window. A delivery truck just backed into a lamppost on Rua da Estação. I can’t help but laugh. Like, how do you even do that?
Finally, I wrap up the audit. Thank goodness! I’m outta there like a rocket. I meet João at that bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, and I’m just happy to be done with the day. We order some drinks, and I tell him about the pigeon incident. He’s cracking up.
As the night goes on, we end up at a karaoke spot. I’m not a singer, but after a few drinks, I’m convinced I’m the next big thing. I grab the mic and start belting out some old-school fado. The crowd goes wild! Or maybe they’re just being nice. Who knows?
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. Urgeses, man. It’s chaotic, it’s loud, but it’s home. I stumble back, thinking about how tomorrow’s another day. Another audit, another adventure. Can’t wait!