GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!

The mighty Ukrainians flew all the way to the low lands of the Dutch for a lovely match of football! And of course I went. The stadium was packed…of orange clad Dutchmen. Me? I wore a highlighter bright yellow shirt with bright blue scarf to match. As soon as I walked in and sat down and tried to take off my jacket, I got yelled and booed. I was told to leave and to go join the other 30 or so Ukrainians huddled behind one of the goals. Hans wouldn’t really translate the rest of what was yelled, but that’s ok. Maria was there to make sure that Hans and I didn’t get into a fight (she was for the Chinese). All in all, we lost, the game was a blast and no one died. Here’s to football!



Oh! Btw, my bike. It broke. It was a sad, sad day. It was beyond repair and now I need to find me another one.