Man, what a day! Woippy, you wild little town, you really threw me for a loop. I mean, I thought I was just gonna chill, teach some classes, maybe grab a croissant or two. But nah, Woippy had other plans.
So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room on Rue de la République. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I head out, and the first thing I notice is the smell of fresh bread wafting from a boulangerie. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a pain au chocolat, and it was heavenly. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk?
Anyway, I shake it off and head to the university. The campus is cute, right by the Moselle River. I’m walking down Avenue de la Libération, thinking about how I’m gonna blow their minds with my lecture on postmodern literature. But then, I get to the lecture hall, and it’s empty. Like, crickets chirping empty. I’m standing there, looking like a fool. Turns out, I mixed up the schedule. Classic me, right?
So, I’m waiting, and finally, a few students trickle in. They’re all like, “Hey, Prof!” and I’m like, “Hey, where were you guys?” They laugh, and I’m just relieved. We dive into the lecture, and it’s going great. I’m cracking jokes, they’re laughing, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m trying to keep it together. I mean, I’m in Woippy, not exactly a bustling metropolis, but there’s a crowd forming. People are looking at us like we’re some kind of circus act.
After a while, we’re allowed back in, and I’m thinking, “Okay, let’s get back to it.” But then, I realize I left my notes on the desk. Ugh! I sprint back, and guess what? My notes are gone! Someone swiped ‘em! I’m standing there, fuming. Who steals lecture notes? Like, come on!
Finally, I wrap up the class, and I’m starving. I head over to Place de la République, thinking I’ll grab some lunch. I find this little café, and the vibe is chill. I order a quiche Lorraine, and it’s bomb. I’m sitting there, enjoying my food, when I overhear this couple arguing in French. It’s intense! I can’t understand everything, but I catch “tu es insupportable!” and I’m like, “Damn, Woippy’s got drama!”
After lunch, I decide to explore a bit. I wander down Rue de la Paix, and it’s so picturesque. The buildings are all old-school, and I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I stumble upon a little park, Parc de Woippy, and it’s so peaceful. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in.
But then, out of nowhere, a kid runs by with a soccer ball and totally nails me in the leg. I’m like, “What the heck, dude?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Only in Woippy, right?
As the day winds down, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. I’m exhausted but happy. Woippy, you’ve been a rollercoaster. I head back to my hotel, and I can’t help but think about all the craziness. I mean, who knew a day in this little town could be so wild?
So, here I am, reflecting on my day. Woippy, you’ve got my heart. Even with the puddles, the missing notes, and the random soccer attacks. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!