Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, not dodging crazy city vibes. But today? Oh boy, Selwerd had other plans for me.
So, I roll into Selwerd, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? You got the Van der Waalsstraat, and I’m like, who even was that guy? Sounds fancy, but I’m just here for some coffee. I hit up this little café on the corner of the H. de Vriesstraat. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m a sucker for caffeine, but this was next level.
But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My buddy, Joris, texts me. “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m like, “Sure, bro!” But I’m thinking, which park? There’s like a million parks in Selwerd. I’m not even kidding. I finally figure out he means the Selwerderhofpark.
So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Seriously, why do kids run everywhere? I almost tripped over a skateboard. Anyway, I get to the park, and Joris is there, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “You took forever!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a city dweller!”
We start chatting, and outta nowhere, this dog runs up to us. It’s a big ol’ fluffy thing, and I’m like, “Aww, cute!” But then it jumps on me, muddy paws and all. I’m covered in dirt! I’m a forester, I get it, but this is not my vibe. Joris is cracking up, and I’m just standing there like, “Great, now I smell like a wet dog.”
Then, we decide to grab some lunch. We hit up this food truck on the corner of the Selwerderweg. They’ve got these crazy fries with all the toppings. I’m talkin’ mayo, onions, the works. I’m munchin’ away, and Joris is telling me about his latest Tinder disaster. Classic Joris, right?
But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yelling. I look over, and it’s some dude arguing with the food truck owner. Like, chill, man! It’s just fries! But the guy’s all worked up about the price. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a mortgage!”
So, I’m getting annoyed. I mean, I came to Selwerd for a chill day, not a soap opera. But then, the food truck owner just laughs it off. He’s like, “Bro, you can’t put a price on happiness!” And I’m like, “Damn, that’s deep for fries.”
After that, we decide to walk it off. We stroll down the Selwerderstraat, and I’m just taking it all in. The buildings are kinda cool, but also a bit weird. Like, what’s with the architecture here? It’s like someone threw a bunch of styles in a blender.
Then, we hit this little shop. It’s got all these quirky knick-knacks. I find this ridiculous gnome statue, and I’m like, “Joris, look! This is you!” He’s not amused, but I’m cracking up. I mean, who doesn’t love a good gnome?
But then, the day takes a turn. We’re walking back, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “Hey, let me help you!” She’s super grateful, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Like, this is what it’s all about, right?
But then, as I’m helping her, I trip over my own feet. Classic move, right? I drop her groceries everywhere. Apples rolling down the street, and I’m just standing there like an idiot. The lady’s laughing, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy forester.”
Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Selwerd was wild, man. I mean, who knew a day in the city could be so emotional? I’m heading back to the woods tomorrow, and honestly, I can’t wait. But Selwerd? You’ve got a special place in my heart. Just maybe not in my shoes.