Sunday, June 29, 2014

Futbol World Cup

                 Last thursday evening in Heidelberg, I was fortunate enough to experience the World Cup game: USA vs. Germany. The week leading up to the game, one question stuck out in my mind: Who was I going to root for? While shopping the day before, I decided to buy a shirt displaying the Germany flag colors. The afternoon of the game arrived, and I got my American self all dressed up in my Germany gear. We walked to a popular courtyard in the University of Heidelberg architecture building, packed full with people of all ages to watch the game. We had a fun time eating, drinking, and watching the eventful game. There were a few people wearing American spirit wear, but we were mainly surrounded by a sea of red, yellow, and black. As we were walking back from the bratwurst stand, a group of people stopped us to chat with us. They asked us if we were from America; Clearly, the clothing we were sporting wasn’t fooling anyone! After we admitted that we were, they then asked who we were rooting for. I paused to think about it for a moment. It would be fun to root for the country I was currently in, and if they won, celebrate among the Germans. On the other hand, I am American and it would be really cool to be in another country, cheering for my homeland from far away. After this short internal monologue, I decided (1) I would be happy if either team won. It’s actually quite enjoyable to root for both teams at the same time, and to have a happy ending, no matter the outcome; and (2) in the past 3 weeks, Heidelberg has become my home away from home. I feel comfortable taking my usual route to and from class on my bicycle, returning back to my apartment, and deciding how the evening will pan out. I feel safe exploring the city and its hidden delights, and knowing I have a place to rest my head every night. I have been making wonderful memories in good company, with friends that will last a lifetime. At the end of the day, Germany won, USA was still in it, and I don’t think I will every forget that exciting day. 

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