
So as you know the tourney is underway and things are nuts. I've been at fanzone the last two days watching the games and as a result I feel incredibly fatigued and malnourished. As I type my right hand is shaking. However, I'm going to power through and tell you about all this fun. Picture 1 is, well, a lot of people. Just to the left outside of the shot is the entrance to fanzone. The first day wasn't this bad but day 2 was the Austrian game. A lot of energy. A lot of emotion. And a lot of Croats too. After getting through the very friendly pat-down we headed towards the Rathaus to watch the games on the main screen. Our spot was conveniently right next to the Carlsberg tent too! Anyways it was a disappointing game with the only goal being scored on a penalty kick in the 4th minute of the game and having to watch Austria desperately struggle to equalize to no avail for the other 86 minutes.

The atmosphere in there is great. Singing and chanting with everyone is a lot of fun, although I don't know what they are saying half the time. When the other team scores, you can expect cups of beer to get thrown towards the other fans, especially when it is scored off of a controversial call/no-call. I wanted to take a break from this craziness but a guy in my program who was born in Holland wants me to go with him to the Netherlands/Italy game. I agreed because 1) I give in too easily to this kind of stuff and 2) Its so much fun to see those dirty Italians go down (apologies to anyone who may be offended by that statement but you really just need to
watch these videos).
In other news I now have concrete evidence that Djavad has been siphoning my internet usage and was responsible for me not having internet for 5 days at the end of May. I've tried asking him why he switches the internet cords from one jack to another while I'm out of town but he insists the maids must have done it. It appears appeasement will not work with him, so I have to figure out a new method to stop him lest my internet gets sucked up for my remaining days here. More on those developments later.
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