Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Kampen, 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’m a document specialist. Sounds fancy, huh? But really, it’s just me and my laptop, wrestling with PDFs and contracts all day. I live near the Bovenkerk, which is this super old church. Like, it’s been there since the 14th century or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, thinking about how I should probably get my act together and head to the office.
So, I hop on my bike. Kampen’s got these cute canals, and I’m cruising down the Oudestraat, feeling all good. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to live my best life here! I’m cursing at the bird like it can hear me. “You’ve got one job, dude!”
Finally, I get to the office, and it’s a madhouse. My boss, Mr. Jansen, is pacing like a lion in a cage. He’s all stressed about this big project. Apparently, we need to finalize some documents for a client on the other side of the IJssel. I’m like, “Chill, man. We got this.” But inside, I’m freaking out.
I dive into the work, and it’s a mess. I mean, who knew legal jargon could be so confusing? I’m reading through contracts, and it’s like they’re written in a different language. I’m half-expecting to see hieroglyphics. I’m sweating bullets, and my brain’s about to explode.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Tom. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market at the Koornmarkt!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m drowning in paperwork!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! They’ve got the best stroopwafels!”
Now, I love stroopwafels. Like, who doesn’t? So, I’m torn. But then I remember I haven’t eaten since breakfast. So, I tell Mr. Jansen I’m taking a “quick break.” I bolt outta there, racing down the streets. I’m dodging tourists and kids on bikes. Kampen’s busy today, and I’m just trying to get my sugar fix.
I finally make it to the market, and it’s packed. The smell of fresh produce and baked goods hits me like a wave. I spot the stroopwafel stand, and it’s like a beacon of hope. I grab one, and it’s warm and gooey. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m standing there, grinning like an idiot, and I don’t even care.
But then, I hear this commotion. Some guy is yelling about a lost dog. I’m like, “Dude, focus on the stroopwafels!” But people start joining in, and suddenly it’s a whole thing. I’m half-eating my waffle, half-listening to this guy. Turns out, the dog is named “Binky.” Classic.
After a while, I head back to the office, feeling a bit better. But then, I realize I left my laptop charger at the market. Ugh! I’m back on my bike, racing against time. I’m sweating again, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a heart attack.
Finally, I find my charger, and I’m like, “YES!” But then, I see the time. I’m late for a meeting. I pedal like a madman, and I’m pretty sure I’m breaking some traffic laws. I burst into the office, and everyone’s staring at me. I’m out of breath, hair a mess, and I’m like, “Sorry, I was… uh, saving the world.”
The meeting goes okay, but I’m still buzzing from the stroopwafel high. I can’t focus. I’m thinking about how Kampen is such a wild mix of old and new. One minute, I’m in a medieval town, and the next, I’m racing through the streets like a lunatic.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I bike home, and I can’t help but laugh at the chaos. Kampen, man. It’s a trip. I love this place, even with the pigeons and the crazy markets. It’s home, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Kampen. Can’t wait to see what