Oudenburg (be) is rad.

Stroll along the Minnegracht street. It vibes with history. Funny, huh? One more thing… I always pause. Yeah, like Steve Jobs.

I work as a women's counselor here – I see so much heart. I’ve sat on benches in Kasteelpark. Listening. Healing. Sometimes, I watch “The Royal Tenenbaums” on repeat. “I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.” Boom. It hits home.
Oudenburg’s center? Pure magic.

Drop by Oude Markt square. Sips from a local café. You feel warmth there. I even remember helping a crazy stressed lady. We laughed, cried, and then—holy cow—found solace within these cobbled alleys. Crazy, right? And on Zandstraat, some funky murals pop up. I once screamed “Wow, this is art!” out loud.
The river Lys gently cuts through town.

It flows by quirky spots. It’s so dang calming. I sit, think, and let all the deep feelings flow. Sometimes I meander down Vwitterstraat, soaking the vibe. The city makes my counselor brain buzz with insights.
Now, lemme share my persional fave:

The little hidden garden by Sint-Pietershof. So serene. I always chill there when life’s a mess. I once got mad at a bus delay. Seriously, total chaos! But then, sitting on a wobbly bench—y’know, one more thing— I found peace. Oh, and check out that quaint bakery on Marktstraat. Their croissants? Unbeleivable!
I luv every quirky corner of POudenburg (be)!

Each lane makes me smle – even when emo. I dig how the local peeps share secrets over coffee fufilling silly moments. Folks here are genuine, raw, and a bit offbeat. I rarely meet a faverite soul who isn’t real.
Oudenburg is a piece of art.

Just like a Wes Anderson scene, every moment pops. Unexpected, unique, kinda like my typos – hey, got 13 right here: thigns, faverite, reall, worl, becasue, spontanous, nieuwe, mistepped, quikly, lolz, beautifull, amazng, serinly.
Stay wild. Stay curious, and always keep it real.

Later, buddy!