Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Wijk-bij-Duurstede really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the market on the Markt. You know, the one with all the stalls? Fresh veggies, cheese, and those crazy stroopwafels. I grab a couple, and boom! I spill syrup all over my gladiator gear. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, while this old lady just laughs at me. Like, lady, I’m a beast in the arena, not a syrup magnet!
Then I decide to stroll down the Kromme Rijn. Beautiful river, right? But guess what? I see this dude trying to fish. He’s got a line in the water, and I’m thinking, “What’s he catchin’?” Turns out, he’s just snagged a boot. A freakin’ boot! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who needs fish when you can have footwear?
After that, I head over to the castle, the Duurstede Castle. It’s all medieval and stuff, and I’m feeling like a knight. But then, I see a bunch of kids playing knights too. They’re running around, swords made of foam, and I’m like, “C’mon, kids! I’m the real deal here!” But then one of ‘em challenges me to a duel. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I go easy on ‘em, but man, they’re relentless! I’m dodging foam swords like I’m in the arena.
So, I’m finally feeling good, right? I’m walking back through the streets, and I pass by the Molenstraat. There’s this bakery, and I can’t resist. I grab a broodje, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m munching away, and then I see this guy trip over his own feet. He falls right into a flower bed. I’m dying laughing! Like, dude, how clumsy can ya be?
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. I rush over to the Varkensmarkt, and there’s a crowd. Turns out, some guy’s trying to show off his pet pig. Yeah, a pig! It’s running around, squealing, and chaos ensues. I’m thinking, “This is Wijk-bij-Duurstede, not a farm!” But hey, it’s entertaining.
As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I head back to my place, and I can’t help but think about how wild this day was. Wijk-bij-Duurstede, man. It’s got character.
I plop down on my couch, still sticky from the syrup, and I’m just laughing. What a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, who else can say they dueled kids, watched a pig run amok, and spilled syrup all over themselves in one day? Only in Wijk-bij-Duurstede, baby!