Man, what a day! I woke up in Gendt, ready to tackle some carpentry. You know, just another day in this quirky little city. I grabbed my coffee from that tiny café on Veldstraat. Best brew in town, no joke.
So, I’m walking down the street, right? The cobblestones are all uneven, like they’re trying to trip me. I’m dodging tourists left and right. Seriously, why do they always stop in the middle of the street? Like, hello? Move it or lose it!
Anyway, I get to my job site on Korenmarkt. Beautiful spot, but man, the noise! There’s this construction crew next door, hammering away like they’re trying to break the sound barrier. I’m trying to focus on my woodwork, but all I can hear is “bang, bang, bang.” I swear, I almost lost it.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair, like a bird’s nest. She starts telling me about her cat, Momo. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to build a shelf here.” But she goes on and on. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!
After that, I finally get to work. I’m cutting some wood, and it’s going great. I’m feeling like a pro, you know? Then, bam! My saw jams. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why today? Why now?”
But then, something amazing happens. I look out the window, and there’s this street performer on the corner of Korte Koestraat. He’s playing the accordion, and people are actually stopping to listen. I can’t help but smile. It’s like the city’s alive, you know?
So, I take a break, grab a quick bite at that food truck by the Gravensteen. Best frikandel ever! I’m munching away, and this kid comes up to me. He’s got this huge grin, and he says, “Mister, you’re a carpenter, right? Can you make me a treehouse?” I’m like, “Sure, kid! But it’ll cost ya!”
I head back to work, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I get a call. My buddy, Jan, is in trouble. He’s stuck at the train station. Apparently, he missed his train to Bruges. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even do that?”
So, I pack up my tools and head over. The station’s packed, and I’m weaving through the crowd. I finally find Jan, looking all lost and confused. We grab a beer at that pub on Sint-Veerleplein. Best decision ever!
We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget all about the stress of the day. Gendt’s got this vibe, you know? The canals, the old buildings, it’s like a postcard.
As the sun sets, I’m walking home, feeling grateful. Sure, the day was a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right? Gendt, with all its quirks, makes it worth it. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.