Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Football and popcorn

While in the Netherlands people appear to be praying for something to cool them down, we praise another rainless day which didn’t even need my thick sweater. Lisianne and I decided to walk to our future house without getting lost for a change. The distance to the city is definitely walkable, although we have to get used to the hills, which of course we severely lack at home. We then walked on to the park next to our house, where we sat down in a picturesque porch and felt content with our decision. It made me think of the day in class where Anne and I decided we were happy.

While I am typing now, Lisianne and I are being die-hard fans, staying up until the match starts at 4.30. We will leave an hour in advance from the hostel, and we decided we’d rather stay up than sleep a mere two/three hours, with which Annelotte disagreed. Just like yesterday we made our own massive pan op popcorn, to the delight of the other people in the hostel kitchen. Armed with a big pan and a cutting board to a lack of an equally big lid, we happily popped away. A little habit I took over from Pedro, who is addicted to the stuff almost as much as he is to football. Munching away we met up with a Californian girl (lured with our popcorn), who thought Amsterdam was in Sweden (with the clogs and all) and that Dutch, together with the Danish, came from Denmark. Furthermore, Scandinavia could not be found on a map and the Middle East was confusing.

Now left without Geography talk and mostly chitchatting around, we wonder how orange home has become and if we will be able to cheer in a couple of hours. One thing is for sure, the Wilhelmus will never have sounded more loudly in Darling Harbour. Let the game begin!

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