Man, what a day! I’m a shepherd, right? Spent most of my time chillin’ with my sheep, but today? Oh boy, today was a whole different story. So, I wake up in my cozy little spot near the Steenbergen countryside. You know, the kind of place where the grass is greener than your ex’s excuses? Yeah, that’s it.
First off, I gotta say, Steenbergen is a gem. It’s got that small-town vibe, but with a twist. You got the old buildings, like the St. Gummarus Church, standing tall on the Markt. I mean, that church is older than my grandma, and she’s ancient! Anyway, I’m just minding my own business, herding my sheep down the Hoofdstraat.
Suddenly, I see this dude, right? He’s walking his dog, and the dog decides it’s a great idea to chase my sheep. Like, seriously? I’m like, “Yo, buddy! Control your mutt!” But he just laughs. I’m fuming! My sheep are running like they just saw a ghost. I’m sprinting after them, yelling like a madman. “Get back here, you fluffy idiots!”
Finally, I catch up to them near the old windmill on the Molenstraat. That windmill is iconic, man. I swear it’s got more stories than a pub on a Friday night. Anyway, I manage to round up my sheep, but I’m outta breath. I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.
Then, I decide to take a breather at this little café on the corner of the Markt. You know the one? They serve the best apple pie. I sit down, and the waitress, bless her heart, brings me a slice. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m smiling now, forgetting about the dog drama.
But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes in. She’s got this massive bag, and she’s waving it around like she’s in a boxing match. She trips, and boom! Her bag spills everywhere. I’m talking apples, bread, and what looks like a whole chicken. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon! It’s like a scene from a comedy show.
I help her pick up her stuff, and she’s all grateful. “You’re a good lad,” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a shepherd trying to survive Steenbergen.” We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the history of the town. Did you know Steenbergen used to be a big deal in the Middle Ages? Yeah, I didn’t either.
After that, I head back out, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a bunch of kids playing football on the street. They’re kicking the ball around, and guess what? One of them kicks it right into my sheep! I’m like, “Seriously? Again?” The sheep scatter, and I’m back to chasing them.
By the time I finally get them all together, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but chuckle at the day’s madness. Steenbergen, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.
As I walk back, I pass by the old town hall. It’s beautiful, with that classic Dutch architecture. I think about how many stories those walls have seen. I’m just a shepherd, but I feel connected to this place.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of chaos, laughter, and a bit of history. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Steenbergen, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.