Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Rue de la République, 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 had a session with this kid from the local football club, AS Saint-Brice. He’s got mad skills but zero confidence. I mean, come on, dude! You’re playing in the heart of Saint-Brice-sous-Foret, where legends are born! Anyway, we’re chatting it up at the Parc de la Mairie, and outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. Like, what? I’m not a statue! I freak out, and the kid bursts out laughing. Great, now I’m the pigeon whisperer.
After that, I’m feeling all pumped, right? So I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Rue de la Fontaine. I order my usual—café crème, extra shot. But the barista? She’s like, “Sorry, we’re out of coffee.” Out of coffee?! In Saint-Brice? I mean, what’s next? No baguettes? I’m about to lose it. But I just laugh it off. Gotta keep it cool, ya know?
Then, I head over to the local gym, thinking I’ll squeeze in a quick workout. I’m all about that fitness life. But guess what? The gym’s closed for “maintenance.” Maintenance? Really? I’m starting to think the universe is against me today. So, I stroll down Avenue de la République, just trying to clear my head.
And then, BAM! I run into an old buddy from high school. We haven’t seen each other in ages. He’s like, “Dude, you still doing that sports psychology thing?” I’m like, “Yeah, man! Helping athletes not lose their minds!” We laugh, reminisce about the good ol’ days, and he tells me about his new gig coaching a youth basketball team. I’m stoked for him.
But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a skateboard zooms by and nearly takes us out. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Kids these days, right? No fear.
So, I finally make my way to the Parc des Sports. It’s a beautiful spot, but today it’s packed. Families, kids playing, people jogging. I love it! But then I see this one dad yelling at his kid for missing a goal. Like, chill, dude! It’s just a game! I’m about to step in and give him a piece of my mind, but I hold back. Not my circus, not my monkeys, right?
As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I pass by the Église Saint-Brice, and it hits me how much this town means to me. The community, the vibe, the people. Even the pigeons.
Finally, I get home, plop on my couch, and just laugh. What a day! Saint-Brice-sous-Foret, you never fail to keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a coffee. But that’s a different story!