Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Lincoln, NZ, right? You know, that chill little town just outside Christchurch. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I hit up the local café on Gerald Street. Best flat white ever! I mean, I could swim in that stuff. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sam. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the Lincoln Farmers’ Market!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab my bag and head out.
Walking down the streets, I’m loving the vibe. The trees are all green, and the sun’s shining. But then, I trip over a crack in the pavement. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great start, genius.” I laugh it off, though. Gotta keep it light.
So, I get to the market, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Lincoln had this many people? I spot Sam by the fresh produce stall. He’s munching on some strawberries like he’s never seen fruit before. I roll my eyes. “You good, mate?” He just grins, strawberry juice all over his face. Classic Sam.
We wander around, checking out the stalls. There’s this one guy selling homemade jams. I’m like, “Dude, do you have anything that doesn’t taste like a sugar bomb?” He just laughs and hands me a sample. I’m surprised! It’s actually good. I buy a jar, thinking it’ll impress my flatmates. Spoiler: it won’t.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously? I thought we were in NZ, not a monsoon! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I duck into this little shop on James Street. It’s cozy, but the owner is a bit grumpy. I’m like, “Chill, mate, it’s just rain!” He glares at me. Okay, noted.
After the rain, the sun comes back out. I’m soaked but kinda loving it. We head to the Lincoln University campus. It’s beautiful, all those old buildings and green lawns. I’m feeling inspired, ya know? I start rambling about philosophy and life. Sam’s just nodding, probably thinking about more strawberries.
But then, I see this group of students. They’re all gathered around, looking serious. I’m like, “What’s up?” Turns out, they’re protesting about something. I’m all for a good protest, but I can’t help but think, “You guys are in Lincoln, not the big city!” I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? A bad coffee?
Anyway, I get a bit fired up. I start shouting random support slogans. “Yeah! Fight the power!” Sam’s dying of laughter. I’m not even sure what I’m supporting, but it feels good to be part of something, even if it’s just for a minute.
As the day winds down, we hit up a local pub on Lyttelton Street. I’m ready for a cold one. We sit outside, and I’m just soaking in the vibe. The sun’s setting, and it’s gorgeous. I’m feeling all philosophical again. “Life’s short, man. Enjoy the little things.” Sam rolls his eyes. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”
But then, I get a text from my flatmate. “Dude, you left the jam on the counter!” I’m like, “Noooo!” I can’t believe it. I just bought that stuff! I’m torn between being mad and laughing. I mean, who forgets jam?
So, yeah, that was my day in Lincoln. Full of ups and downs, laughs and jams. I’m exhausted but happy. I love this little town, even if it’s a bit quirky. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!