Unfortunately for me, Thursday night ended up similar to Saturday. The group hit a neighborhood bar to watch the second game; all the people working Friday left at a fairly responsible hour (albeit well-quaffed) whereas those not working--the Swedes, a Mexican guy and me--stayed around way too long solving the world's mysteries (too bad I can't remember the solutions). The bartender kicked us out at closing time after generoulsy (ha!) providing a shot of some sweet pink liquor. Blech! Everyone is very nice, and the concept of possibly making friends in Zürich is still so foreign to Steph and me that we can't yet even grapple with it.
The Swiss have a pretty good sense of humor. Check out these bags from the local grocery (click to enlarge): Swiss-, Greek- and Spain-indicative food items decked out like soccer teams for the Europameister. Hilarious! Spain is the best.



2 comments:
Your blog is very creative, when people read this it widens our imaginations.
We watched so many soccer games in Europe (because they were being shown everywhere we went) that I now have a favorite player. His name is Cristiano Ronaldo from Portugal. Cute and skilled.
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