Man, what a day in Sleeuwijk! Seriously, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? So, I’m rushing outta bed, tripping over my own shoes. Classic me, right?
First stop, the bakery on de Hoofdstraat. You know, the one with the best appeltaart? Yeah, that one. I’m in line, and this old dude in front of me is taking his sweet time. Like, c’mon man, it’s just bread! I’m about to lose it when I finally get my slice of heaven. That first bite? Pure bliss. I’m like, “Why can’t every day start like this?”
Then, I head over to the park, you know, the one by de Wetering? It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, not so much. There’s this kid, right? He’s flying a kite, and it’s all good until it gets stuck in a tree. I’m just watching, thinking, “Dude, that’s a goner.” But then, the kid starts crying. I mean, it’s just a kite! But I get it, I really do. I was that kid once. So, I try to help. I climb the tree, and guess what? I get stuck too! Now we’re both crying.
After that little adventure, I’m feeling kinda heroic, you know? So, I stroll down to de Kerkstraat. There’s this little café I love. I grab a coffee, and the barista, she’s super cute. I’m trying to play it cool, but I spill half my drink on the table. Smooth, right? She laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.” Total fail.
Then, I decide to hit up the market at de Markt. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m checking out some tomatoes when I hear this commotion. Turns out, some guy is trying to sell these weird-looking fish. I’m like, “Dude, what even is that?” He’s all hyped, saying it’s a delicacy. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right. I’ll stick to my fries.”
But then, I see my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always up to something. He’s got this wild idea to start a food truck. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t even cook!” But he’s all in, talking about Sleeuwijk’s best snacks. I’m laughing, but honestly, I kinda love his passion.
Later, I’m walking back home, and I pass by the old windmill. It’s such a vibe, man. I stop to take a pic, and this random dog runs up to me. I’m like, “Hey buddy, where’s your owner?” But the dog just stares at me like I’m the one who’s lost. Classic.
As I’m heading home, I can’t shake this feeling. Sleeuwijk is wild, man. It’s small, but it’s got heart. I mean, where else can you get stuck in a tree, spill coffee, and meet a dog all in one day?
Finally, I crash on my couch, exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Sleeuwijk, you’re a mess, but you’re my mess. Can’t wait for tomorrow!