Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an actuary, right? Yeah, I know, super exciting stuff. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.
I woke up in my tiny apartment on Calle de la Paz. You know, the one that’s always too hot or too cold? Yeah, that one. I had my usual breakfast—toast and coffee. Classic. But then, boom! My coffee machine decided to go on strike. Like, really? I need my caffeine fix, people!
So, I’m out the door, running late, and I hit the streets of Mora (se). The sun’s blazing, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I take a left on Calle de la Libertad, and guess what? There’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I mean, dude’s got skills! But I’m like, “I can’t stop, I’m late!”
But then, I see this little kid laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” So, I stop for a sec. I mean, who doesn’t love a good juggling act? But then, I realize I’m gonna be late for my meeting with the finance team. Ugh!
I finally make it to the office on Avenida de la Constitución. I’m all flustered, and my boss is already there, tapping his foot like he’s auditioning for a drum solo. I sit down, and he’s like, “You’re late.” I’m like, “Yeah, well, my coffee machine staged a coup.” He didn’t laugh. Tough crowd.
So, we’re in this meeting, right? And I’m trying to explain some risk assessment stuff. But my mind’s still on that kid and the juggler. I mean, how do you focus on numbers when there’s a whole circus outside?
After the meeting, I decide to take a walk. I hit up Plaza de España. It’s beautiful, man! The fountains, the trees, the vibe. I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy trying to sell me a “genuine” Mora (se) souvenir. It’s a plastic flamingo. Like, really? Who buys that? I just shake my head and keep walking.
Then, I bump into my buddy Carlos. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me about this time he got lost in the old town. He ended up on Calle del Sol, and it was like a scene from a movie. I’m cracking up, and he’s all animated, waving his arms around.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m caught without an umbrella. I dash into a café on Calle de la Amargura. The irony isn’t lost on me. I order a hot chocolate, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real mood killer.”
After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to take a stroll down Calle de la Esperanza. It’s so peaceful. I’m just soaking it all in when I see this old lady feeding pigeons. She’s got this huge bag of bread, and the pigeons are going wild. I can’t help but laugh.
But then, I get a text from work. There’s a crisis. Ugh! I rush back to the office, and my heart’s racing. Turns out, it’s just a minor issue. I could’ve stayed out longer!
Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m exhausted but happy. I walk back home, taking the long way through the park. The sun’s setting, and it’s gorgeous. I think about all the craziness today. The juggling, the rain, the pigeons.
Mora (se) is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I plop down on my couch, ready to crash. What a day!