When we first moved to Amsterdam, I kept thinking about how lucky we are to be living in Europe during the 2010 World Cup. Europeans, particularly Dutch, have an certain intensity that pounds thru their veins while watching futbol. The city was constant madness, citizens leaving their jobs early, if they actually went in, and pubs, restaurants, clubs, homes, anything with a television, were flocked with fans, beer and a lot of orange.
Our first game, US vs England, was seen in Paris. We found a simple pub, ate some nachos, fries and drank large beers and watched the US tie England. Yes, I screamed out loud after our goal and scared an old french woman, but I was happy, and I didn't care about showing it!

For the second game, my friend Denessa and I hung out over at the Leidseplein.
Not so many US fans out and about, but you certainly could pick them out during goals and when the clock ran out.Our third US game, we were invited to a bbq down the street with other US citizens. It was intense, sad, and emotional, but I loved every second of it and am super proud of our team. Obviously I would have loved to seen them go further, but it just wasn't our year.
My first, second, third, and fourth Holland games, I went to small pubs with friends, from Hansel and Gretel, to Tabac, but mainly Cocos in the Remberandtplein. The closer we got to the finals, the more orange and crowds came out. We actually got to a bar 4 hours before the game to get great seats right in front of the tv!!! The sacrifices you have to make!!!
Museumplein, a large public park and area that has the Rjiks and Van Gogh museums, was seen all of the world news mainly because of large crowds. So many folks, 40,000 they estimated, filled the park. It actually was a bit overwhelming, Kirk and I stuck around for about an hour on the outskirts. I was definitely intimated on going any further into the crowd, considering security and police appeared to be on their smoke breaks and doing absolutely nothing. Rumor has it the police handed out joints to the large crowd to get folks to calm down. Need I say more.
Kirk and I assisted oue new friend/photographer, Monte. We approached noticeable fans and took their pictures, trying to capture the essence of Holland History in futbol. Afterwards we headed out to the Spui to meet up with friends Chad, Erin, Courtney, Michael, Johanna and Scott.
What I enjoyed about World Cup the most was celebrating with our new friends, the constant high and buzz in the air, parties and more parties. The city was joyous and exciting, and I am so happy we were here for every minute of it! It's hard to describe and I know it's only a game, but it's World Cup, the World is involved, the country is behind a team, and I am just happy I had two of them to support!
Our walk home from after the final game can sum it up, seeing all the fans cheering, the massive amounts of orange, the love in the air....oh what a feeling!
Days later the city had a welcome home parade for the Team. It started off in the Dam Square and made its way thru the canals and ended at the Museumplein. I joined a couple friends on the canal to watch the boys go by, scream out our thanks and congrats, took some pics and headed home. Finally, it's over, my life can get back to normal!









