Man, what a day! Seriously, Feijenoord, you’ve outdone yourself. I woke up thinking it’d be just another Sunday, you know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I’m a clergyman, right? So, I’m supposed to be all calm and collected. But today? Pffft. I’m running late for the service at the St. Joseph Church on the Kromme Zandweg. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Feijenoord is wild, man! It’s like a game of Frogger out here.
So, I finally get to the church, and guess what? The door’s locked! I’m banging on it like a madman. “Let me in!” I’m yelling. Turns out, the church caretaker forgot the keys. Classic! I’m standing there, feeling like a fool, while the congregation is outside, looking at me like I’m some kind of circus act.
Finally, we get in, and I’m all flustered. I start the service, and halfway through, the fire alarm goes off! Like, really? In the middle of my sermon about peace and love? I’m trying to keep it together, but people are laughing, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my Sunday.”
After the chaos, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up the Maas River, and wow, the view is stunning. The sun’s shining, and the water’s sparkling. I’m feeling a bit better, you know? But then, I see this guy on a boat, blasting music. Like, come on, man! I’m trying to enjoy nature here!
I walk down the Maashaven, and I spot this little café. I’m starving, so I pop in for a quick bite. The smell of fresh stroopwafels hits me like a brick. I order one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Feijenoord, how it used to be a rough area but now it’s changing. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want my waffle!”
After that, I decide to check out the local market on the Kromme Zandweg. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, flowers, and people everywhere. I’m wandering around, and I bump into an old friend from high school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m laughing so hard I almost drop my bag of potatoes.
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over my own feet. I’m on the ground, potatoes rolling everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great!” But the kid stops, helps me up, and says, “Sorry, mister!” I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man. They’re the best.
As the day winds down, I head back home, and I’m reflecting on everything. Feijenoord is a mix of chaos and beauty. It’s loud, it’s messy, but it’s home. I love the energy, the people, the stories. Even when it drives me nuts, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a few too many potatoes. Feijenoord, you crazy place, I’ll see you tomorrow!