We decided to wash the loss off with a trip to Berlin. God does it feel good to be in a World Cup city. The decision by the Dutch to not party after the Ivory Coast win (or at least not to tell us where the party was) and the non-chalance of Dussledorf left us crazing some real Weltmeister atmosphere and we have found it in Berlin. The official slogan of the world cup is "A time to make friends" and that is definitely happening here. We have met Swedes, Germans, Brazilians, Aussies, Poles, Spaniards and many, many Americans as well. After we checked into our hostel, we met up with the Atlanta House at the Prater Bier Garten to watch Croatia take on Brazil. I never thought i'd see so many Germans cheer for Brazil. Always wanting to cheer on the underdog, we led the packed bier garten in song for Croatia. We even learned the real song for Croatia.
After some more drinking, we left the Atlanta House crew and headed back to the hostel for more drinks. We then went to a club for more (wait for it . . . .) drinking. One of the best things about the world cup is that you never really have to think about what to wear - your team's kit is the greatest conversation starter - and contrary to popular belief, everyone loves the Yanks! (with the exception of the Spanish chick's brother).
Áfter some kebabs (basically the only thing we eat), we headed out again with some Swedes and went to another club which we are pretty sure was in Poland. We found ourselves home around 7 am with our kidneys intact. Ahhhhh, jelly donuts!
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