there's this quote about football, something along the lines of "football is a game where two teams chase a ball and germany wins."
unfortunately, i think this actually might happen.
after three stunningly beautiful, too-good-to-be-true, living-a-dream group matches, we've lost. to russia.
gosh, even saying that pains me. to russia. oh. ew.
however, this is rather overshadowed for me by one thing: khalid boularouz lost his baby daughter three days ago. his wife was hospitalized, and their premie daughter died. holland played in black armbands, and the sight made me tear up. boula played, and that made me tear up. in fact, the crowd singing 'boula boula boularouz' made me tear up.
boula, wij zijn trots op je. oranje boven, oranje altijd.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
family days, orange flags, and a ton of pride.
it's hard for me to believe, true and exciting as it is, that this is one of my last posts from holland.
but it is.
a slight recap on this lovely month of june so far:
- the first weekend of this month i spent in bennekom (which i swear must mean something like "place of all things happy and daisy-like" because i always love it) with some of my lovely family. in a few words, this weekend was pretty much good food, cutting hedges with power tools, (no, i didn't get to use them, someone was thinking straight. dangit!) watching a horse-clinic, thunderstorms lasting hours and freaking me out, "hu-uugs"(because "that's how those canadians do things") and three kisses, testosterone-filled footie, and personal barbequing (this, i got to do. wee!). oh, and, of course, beer and loud music, lots of chatting, and FAMILY. okay, so maybe that was more than a few words, but you get the picture. (literally, because omigoodness elizabeth took pictures!)
- i don't know if you all know anything about this little thing called the european championship? well, it's for football, the real kind, and we're kicking ASS. we're playing like a team, all united and knit and fabulous, and our passing is brilliant and they're scoring and assisting and even not pouting if they're benched and it's so amazingly good! i read this quote somewhere, and it was so true it almost made me cry, and it said something like 'the dutch fans, who hope for so much from their team, but expect so little, are finally getting something to cheer for' and hell yes we are. also, i wish i could expound on the genius of our team, but here's the hard part: this year, they're all brilliant. if i had to list them, it would look something like this: well, van der sar is a given, the man is a god on the pitch, and of course van nistelrooy, because hello, and van persie and robben and sneijder (and who expected that?) and van bronckhorst, and engelaar (and he's more out of nowhere than anyone else) and the new kid, ibrahim abellay or whatever his name is and dirk kuyt and oh crap, i like the whole team. because i do! and we've won the pool and we're in the quarters, and we actually have a shot at this and how fantastic would that be?
- also, this country has turned orange. literally. the streets aren't paved with gold, they're lined with orange. orange flags, orange... flags, and more orange flags. everywhere.
i'm gonna miss this country. i really am.
AANVALLUH!
also, the effing buses have been on effing strike for, like, four or five weeks now. which, for the record, effing sucks.
also, does anyone want me to reupload the soundtrack, cause i will if you want me to.
but it is.
a slight recap on this lovely month of june so far:
- the first weekend of this month i spent in bennekom (which i swear must mean something like "place of all things happy and daisy-like" because i always love it) with some of my lovely family. in a few words, this weekend was pretty much good food, cutting hedges with power tools, (no, i didn't get to use them, someone was thinking straight. dangit!) watching a horse-clinic, thunderstorms lasting hours and freaking me out, "hu-uugs"(because "that's how those canadians do things") and three kisses, testosterone-filled footie, and personal barbequing (this, i got to do. wee!). oh, and, of course, beer and loud music, lots of chatting, and FAMILY. okay, so maybe that was more than a few words, but you get the picture. (literally, because omigoodness elizabeth took pictures!)
- i don't know if you all know anything about this little thing called the european championship? well, it's for football, the real kind, and we're kicking ASS. we're playing like a team, all united and knit and fabulous, and our passing is brilliant and they're scoring and assisting and even not pouting if they're benched and it's so amazingly good! i read this quote somewhere, and it was so true it almost made me cry, and it said something like 'the dutch fans, who hope for so much from their team, but expect so little, are finally getting something to cheer for' and hell yes we are. also, i wish i could expound on the genius of our team, but here's the hard part: this year, they're all brilliant. if i had to list them, it would look something like this: well, van der sar is a given, the man is a god on the pitch, and of course van nistelrooy, because hello, and van persie and robben and sneijder (and who expected that?) and van bronckhorst, and engelaar (and he's more out of nowhere than anyone else) and the new kid, ibrahim abellay or whatever his name is and dirk kuyt and oh crap, i like the whole team. because i do! and we've won the pool and we're in the quarters, and we actually have a shot at this and how fantastic would that be?
- also, this country has turned orange. literally. the streets aren't paved with gold, they're lined with orange. orange flags, orange... flags, and more orange flags. everywhere.
i'm gonna miss this country. i really am.
AANVALLUH!
also, the effing buses have been on effing strike for, like, four or five weeks now. which, for the record, effing sucks.
also, does anyone want me to reupload the soundtrack, cause i will if you want me to.
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