Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Doorn is never boring. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.
First off, I head down the Hoofdstraat. You know, the main drag. It’s got that cute little vibe, shops everywhere. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He starts rambling about the history of Doorn. Like, bro, I’m just trying to get my morning coffee! But he’s all, “Did you know this place was once a royal residence?” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, cool story, grandpa.”
Anyway, I finally get my coffee at that little café on the corner of De Laan. Best coffee in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Jan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinking, “What’s so special about the park?” But Jan’s got that tone, you know? So I’m off to the Griftpark.
When I get there, it’s a freakin’ circus! Kids running everywhere, dogs barking, and Jan’s in the middle of it all, trying to juggle. I’m like, “What are you doing, man?” He drops a ball, and it rolls right into a fountain. Classic Jan. We both crack up, and I’m just happy to be there, you know?
But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts yelling. Turns out, her kid’s stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Seriously? A tree?” So, I climb up, and it’s a whole thing. The kid’s crying, I’m sweating, and I’m thinking, “Why did I even come here?” Finally, I get the kid down, and the mom’s all grateful. I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Doorn.”
After that chaos, I’m starving. So, I hit up the local market on the Kerkweg. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some sausages (obviously) and some apples. But then, I see this guy selling cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese. I’m sampling everything, and before I know it, I’ve got a whole cheese platter in my hands. Oops!
Now, I’m walking back home, feeling like a king. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this cute dog. It’s just staring at me, and I’m like, “Okay, you win, little buddy.” I pet the dog, and all my anger melts away.
Finally, I get home, and my pigs are waiting. They’re snorting like they missed me or something. I’m like, “You guys wouldn’t believe the day I had!” I tell them all about the tree rescue and the cheese. They don’t care, of course, but I swear they’re listening.
So, yeah, Doorn is wild. One minute you’re sipping coffee, the next you’re saving kids from trees. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a swineherd, I guess!