It's been a while since the last update! This is due to our mini-vacation part 2...but we will talk about that in a later post. First we need to fill you in on the week and a half after Blackpool/Liverpool leading up to our trip. And when we say a week and a half, we mean the one day that we actually did something other than lounge around Hull searching for edible food.
The Sunday before last, May 9th, was the last game of the FA Premier League. Considering our local bottom-of-the-league Hull City Tigers had already officially secured their fate of relegation, our eyes were solely on our true favorite team: Manchester United. Despite the efforts of my mother, my girlfriend, and myself, we were unable to purchase tickets to the final game. This was a major disappointment, but we realized how lucky we were to have seen 3 matches already (thank you Immanuel, Stephanie the sister, and Becky). To soften the blow, however, we decided to catch a train down to Manchester anyways to watch the game at a local pub. We figured if we couldn't get in the stadium, we might as well get close.
After arriving early and shopping around, we headed to legendary Old Trafford to soak in the atmosphere. Having drained ourselves of money, we had a strict budget of 20 pounds that could be spent in Manchester if we wanted to survive until we finished the semester. Needless to say, scalping tickets was financially out of the picture.
We walked around and around wishing we could go into the stadium. Minute after minute passed and the mass of fans slowly began shifting inside the walls of the stadium. We simply aimed to find where the players exited the stadium (to get pictures/autographs after the game) and see if anyone had 2 tickets for 10 pounds each. We could dream right?
Being the last game of the season with a potential for league victory (pending a Chelsea loss), there were few people looking to give up their tickets. Adding to the difficulty of finding unwanted tickets, reselling tickets appeared to be illegal due to the reserved nature of scalpers. After many efforts to find tickets, we located a true, greedy, sketchy group of scalpers. Normally, we wouldn't have bothered, but it was our only shot. We approached one guy simply to get a price range (hoping for under 10 pounds) and were short 105 pounds 2 minutes later.
After asking how much, the man told me 90 pounds each. I quickly asked if he had cheaper as he proceeded to show me two more tickets for 80 each. At this point, I said I couldn't pay that much and began to walk away as Steph joined me. He then followed us asking if we were interested. We both said no and said we would need cheaper prices. He caved and said he could give them to us for 70 each.
Now as many of you know, I don't like being in high pressure situations when I want to make a decision; I like to walk away, talk about it in private, then make a decision. With this scalper, however, that wasn't going to cut it. In a bid to politely say no and walk away from the situation, I said I didn't have any cash on me. He proceeded to ask if it was a deal or not until I showed him my empty pockets (aside from a 5 pound note). I originally thought that this would allow Steph and I to go "get money" and avoid a situation where we shouldn't be spending money. Catching me off guard, however, he said he would walk us to the nearest ATM. Before doing so, he said, "You guys going to do it or not? 70's the best I got." Remember...we had a 20 pound limit. Not 140. 140 would mean our entire food budget for the next month. Maybe it was the irrational, panic-when-confused, rash-decisions-in-uncomfortable-situations gene I inherited from my father, maybe it was the roar of the crowd as the game neared kick-off, or maybe it was the realization that we would never be this close for a long time, but we said yes.
Having secured the deal, we set off on a 6 minute walk to the other side of the stadium for an ATM. Fresh off the heals of a rash decision, we walked behind the man deciding if we should've agreed or not. The longer we walked, the more we regretted the idea of spending so much money that we didn't have. Imagine spending 10 times more money than you had for something and then being given 5 minutes to stew over your decision before having to contractually finalize it. While we were not contractually obligated, the longer we walked with this man, the worse I felt backing out. Steph and I continued to bicker back and forth, weighing out the options. Was it worth starving for a month? How badly did we want to see the game? Was this guy even legitimate?
As we waited in line for the ATM 20 yards from a hovering scalper, we decided we needed to buy tickets. As Steph put it, "When is the next time we will be this close? We won't have an opportunity like this for 10 years at least." That sold it for me. But I also decided we couldn't pay 140 pounds. Call it stingy, call it cheap, but I devised a plan. As the scalper hovered from a distance, I pretended to be aghast at the ATM. I looked at Steph in anger over the confusion displayed on the screen. Approaching the scalper, I told him that the machine only let me take out 100 pounds and that it must have been a miscalculation on my finances. Maybe he was desperate or maybe he was generous, but he took the deal under the condition I throw in the 5 pounds he had seen earlier. I quickly agreed and we exchanged.
I was still anxious until we got into the stadium and discovered the tickets were indeed real. Walking to our seats, we were amazed at the quality. 5th row. Literally, 5th row. Close enough to see the players' sweat. Much like the previous 3 soccer games we went to, we wouldn't stop yapping about how excited we were. I felt like a pathetic teenage groupie as I about went crazy when Ryan Giggs, one of my all time favorites, stood in front of us for a corner kick. Being so close obviously had its disadvantages, and we struggled to see the second half of the game (with all the action on the other half), but the seats were perfect in our eyes. For 52.50 pounds each, we were in heaven. We won 4-0. Unfortunately, however, Chelsea won their game 8-0 and we didn't win the league. Not like we would've seen the celebration anyways, considering we took an uncharacteristic option to leave 2 minutes early to line up for autographs.
No point belaboring this story much more than it needs to be. Probably about 200 fans joined us as we screamed at players, held back by barricades, hoping for them to come sign an autograph. Player after player snubbed fans with a half-hearted wave as they carried their newborn babies to their luxurious cars. A few, however, were true to their fans, with 4 gaining respect in our books.
Wayne Rooney and Micheal Carrick signed autographs but unfortunately got nowhere near us. 4 players did though, including 2 of our all-time favorite players. First, Steph squeezed her hand in to have Ryan Giggs, my soccer hero, sign my tickets. While I was on cloud 9 and ready to leave, Steph pressed on, pushing through fans to get more. Next up? John O'Shea. After that? Superstar Rio Ferdinand. And then we were faced with a dilemma. The last train across town left in 10 minutes and one of our combined favorite players stood about 15 minutes of autographs away. Was it worth the risk? Definitely. And we got it. Patrice Evra.
Unfortunately, however, we missed the train. Not wanting to walk an hour back to the train station, we had to use a cab for the first time in Europe. He obviously knew we had no clue what we were doing and we both agree we got ripped off because of it. We asked how much it would be to the train station and he said about 10 pounds. We hopped in, deciding we had already blown through so much money, 10 was not going to be noticed. We watched the meter as we approached the station, about 5-10 minutes away. When we were about 3/4 of the way there, the meter said 5.60. Doing the math, we would have about a 7.50 ride with a 2.50 tip...10 pounds exactly.
The man spoke with a heavy Middle-Eastern accent that I could not understand. Because of that, I anti-socially avoided any talking, leaving the burden on wonderful Steph. He told her something that neither of us understood very well, but Steph followed enough to know what was going on. He said that in order to save us money, he would shut off the meter and just charge us 12 pounds. Justifiably confused, Steph said ok and he proceeded to suggest a hefty tip for such a kind gesture. Mind you, I did not know what he had just done (essentially double the price of our trip and label it as "a kind gesture").
It just so happened that when the meter was shut off, it displayed the time. As we pulled up to the station, the time read 7 15. Not knowing the meter had been shut off, I gave him a 10 with a look of confidence as I began to exit the cab, thinking I was giving a 2 85 tip on top of a 7 15 tab. He was confused and said I did not give him enough, which quickly confused me. He said, "You gave me a 10," and I said "Keep the change." Steph must have thought I was pretty ballsy as she butted in and told me the bill was 12 pounds. Confused and overwhelmed, my rash-decision gene kicked in and I gave him 12 pounds. I was confused enough to not give him any tip at all. After Steph explained to me what was going on, I was happy to have not tipped him. Steph and I follow in the footsteps of Grandma Donna when it comes to generous tipping, but I don't like getting taking advantage of.
Finally, we were at the station ready to go home when the depression of drained finances overcame the joy of Manchester victory. On the ride home, calculating finances showed us that we would need to cut our forthcoming trip short. The next few days were obviously very sad as we tried contacting hotels to cancel reservations before Randy and Jean Erb saved the day. Unbeknownst to both Steph and myself, her parents injected her account with a very large sum of money after hearing Stephs' sad state. I must say, we were both very grateful. Staying true to character, they saved our trip without us even asking for help. Without them, our week long trip (covered in the next blog) would not have been possible. More importantly, however, is that without them, the Manchester adventure would have been viewed as a mistake. Now, though, it is one of our best memories yet.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
youtube videos
Steph and I just wanted to point out to anybody who watches our youtube videos that we imported 2 at the same time. Both part 15 and 16 are new and were uploaded at the same time, so make sure to check them both out.
The Lovebirds
The Lovebirds
Sunday, May 9, 2010
music and arcades
Congratulations! If you guys have read all the blogs thus far, you are up to date on our travels. But returning from Italy, we haven't slowed down. We did need a break though. So for the first week or two back, we did a whole lot of nothing. Watching soccer and going to pubs. But then we were kicked back into gear by a Hull City soccer game. Courtesy of a generous birthday gift from Stephanie (the sister), we enjoyed Hull City play as terrible as they're known for. But Premier League is Premier League and it was a joy to be in the rowdy stadium as drunken men cheered for the incompetent Tigers.
Last weekend was spent in Liverpool and Blackpool. Getting into Liverpool in the late afternoon, we quickly checked into our hostel and set off to tour the town. Shopping at the same-old redundant English department stores, it was all just putting off the true plans. A concert. An incredible concert.
Liverpool must have missed the memo and decided not to show up, because the venue was scarce. 5 bands for only 6 pounds, this show was worth its weight in gold. First stop? Concert tees! Second stop? Front row. First band? The Wild. The only band of the 5 we didn't know, the band was a surprise. With only about 15 people in the crowd, they struggled to get the crowd involved and ruined their set because of it. Steph and I agree that when we go to a concert, we like to simply enjoy the music and maybe sing along. When we have a singer, therefore, that demands you jump and move and dance every 5 seconds, we quickly get annoyed. Too bad too, because they had some good music.
The second band was Rio, a local English band. They were absolutely incredible. They played a short, high-energy set that was a lot of fun. The third band was the Dangerous Summer. Considering their show in Iowa got cancelled a year ago because of a blizzard, I was very excited to see them. They played a great set including all of our favorites (even the single famously used in the Hull, England Keswick episode!). I loved them, Steph liked them. After meeting them after the show, Steph loved them (THEY WERE SOOOO NICE!!).
Band 4 was a shared interest and Steph's highlight. As long as we've listened to Anarbor, we have still never gotten a chance to see them. Their music was great, and their show was awesome. Steph would probably consider it the best of the 5, but I would argue the Swellers were. Band number 5. I had no clue who the Swellers were when we bought the tickets, but I quickly bought the CD and was blown away. Their music is fast, loud, and often pretty rough. I think they realized that I was the only kid in the crowd belting out the lyrics to every song, and they acknowledged us a few times. Steph got some credit too for sporting a pretty sharp Swellers T-shirt.
The highlight of the night? Before the final song (one of my favorites played due to my request), the bass player pointed at Steph and I and said, and I quote, "This one goes out to you two; the lovebirds." Can you imagine that? He must watch our videos and read our blog.
The next morning, we went to Blackpool. Steph compared it to the Jersey Shore. I compared it to a city made from a mix of Adventureland and Treasure City. We went back and forth from loving it to hating it. In hindsight, however, we loved it but would hesitate to go back. Needing to save some money, we opted out of going to the amusement park and rather explored every pier and arcade in sight. We probably spent 20 pounds on shooting games and 2-cent carnival games, but it was well worth it. The food was awful and the atmosphere was completely overwhelming, but it was a unique experience.
Not much more to say about it really. Just two kids doing kid things in a city made for kids.
Tomorrow? Last game of the season. Going to Manchester to cheer on our team with like-minded locals in some dirty pub.
Last weekend was spent in Liverpool and Blackpool. Getting into Liverpool in the late afternoon, we quickly checked into our hostel and set off to tour the town. Shopping at the same-old redundant English department stores, it was all just putting off the true plans. A concert. An incredible concert.
Liverpool must have missed the memo and decided not to show up, because the venue was scarce. 5 bands for only 6 pounds, this show was worth its weight in gold. First stop? Concert tees! Second stop? Front row. First band? The Wild. The only band of the 5 we didn't know, the band was a surprise. With only about 15 people in the crowd, they struggled to get the crowd involved and ruined their set because of it. Steph and I agree that when we go to a concert, we like to simply enjoy the music and maybe sing along. When we have a singer, therefore, that demands you jump and move and dance every 5 seconds, we quickly get annoyed. Too bad too, because they had some good music.
The second band was Rio, a local English band. They were absolutely incredible. They played a short, high-energy set that was a lot of fun. The third band was the Dangerous Summer. Considering their show in Iowa got cancelled a year ago because of a blizzard, I was very excited to see them. They played a great set including all of our favorites (even the single famously used in the Hull, England Keswick episode!). I loved them, Steph liked them. After meeting them after the show, Steph loved them (THEY WERE SOOOO NICE!!).
Band 4 was a shared interest and Steph's highlight. As long as we've listened to Anarbor, we have still never gotten a chance to see them. Their music was great, and their show was awesome. Steph would probably consider it the best of the 5, but I would argue the Swellers were. Band number 5. I had no clue who the Swellers were when we bought the tickets, but I quickly bought the CD and was blown away. Their music is fast, loud, and often pretty rough. I think they realized that I was the only kid in the crowd belting out the lyrics to every song, and they acknowledged us a few times. Steph got some credit too for sporting a pretty sharp Swellers T-shirt.
The highlight of the night? Before the final song (one of my favorites played due to my request), the bass player pointed at Steph and I and said, and I quote, "This one goes out to you two; the lovebirds." Can you imagine that? He must watch our videos and read our blog.
The next morning, we went to Blackpool. Steph compared it to the Jersey Shore. I compared it to a city made from a mix of Adventureland and Treasure City. We went back and forth from loving it to hating it. In hindsight, however, we loved it but would hesitate to go back. Needing to save some money, we opted out of going to the amusement park and rather explored every pier and arcade in sight. We probably spent 20 pounds on shooting games and 2-cent carnival games, but it was well worth it. The food was awful and the atmosphere was completely overwhelming, but it was a unique experience.
Not much more to say about it really. Just two kids doing kid things in a city made for kids.
Tomorrow? Last game of the season. Going to Manchester to cheer on our team with like-minded locals in some dirty pub.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Spring Break Part 7 (Days 21,22,23,24)
Day 21 and 22
There was little that could comfort our departure from the beautiful Varenna on Lake Como, Italy. Of all places, however, Venice fit the bill. The last stop of our journey, Venice was a highly anticipated stop for both Steph and I after hearing mixed reviews throughout our Italian quest. As we stepped off the train, we saw canals instead of roads and boats instead of cars (and the obnoxious Italian Vespas). Walking from the train station towards the grand canal, we saw tourism like never before. Hoards of people with open-wide eyes and maps in their hands, we fit right in. It seemed as though Venice was the mecca for all the street vendors trying to sell flying saucer toys, squishy desk toys, watches, and purses.
Skipping by the barrage of tourist-aimed activity, however, we discovered a town beyond anything we ever expected. Sure, the town was full of stores either too expensive to even enter or catering to tourist interests, but the town had an inexplicable beauty. Canals sat idly under forgotten bridges in every corner of town. Winding roads ended at canals full of striped-shirt gondoliers. Decadent houses long past their prime lined the moss-covered edges of the beautiful canals. It was easy to see why this city was so popular. Despite its tourist overtaking, the town retained an undeniable beauty that couldn't be matched by anywhere else. It was a different beauty than the Cinque Terre and Como. It was an ugly beauty. And we loved it.
Expecting the worst from Venice, we were very surprised. We were told that it was an over-priced city. Yet we got pizza for dinner for a total of 6 euros, pizza for lunch for a total of 5 euros, and McDonalds for dinner for a total of 10 euros. We even found some of the BEST gelato for only 2 euro 2 flavor double-scoop. Needless to say, if Venice was expensive, we surely didn't notice.
We had nothing planned for Venice other than walk around and explore. We had officially ran out of money and were required to create our own entertainment. This, unfortunately, eliminated the potential for a two-person gondola ride that was priced at nearly 100 euros. Staying true to their nature, however, my parents saved the day with a last second donation of funds that would allow us to go on the gondola if we so chose.
After much debate, however, we decided against it. It wasn't quite as romantic as it looks. The gondoliers are crude, cigarette-smoking, old men that try to swindle you out of money as you walk by their docked gondolas. The gondolas are dated, with worn, grimy velvet, decaying on the seats of where the customers sit. It reminded me a lot of the horses that pull carriages through Central Park. In theory, very romantic. In reality, however, kind of gross and smelly. The money, however, was put to good use, allowing us to survive one more day and then the way back home. Did I mention that on the last day in Como we had to skip lunch and dinner and not eat because we didn't have enough money for it? Needless to say, the money couldn't have come at a better time and was much appreciated.
We still got a feel for Venice gondolas, however, as we took a cheap ferry-esque boat from one side of Venice to the other via the Grand Canal, passing under the Rialto Bridge. Better yet, we payed .50 euros each to have a gondolier take us across the Grand Canal (a task many Venetians require considering only 3 bridges cross the canal). The 1 minute trip was the best money spent the entire trip and was a easily a highlight of our stay in Venice.
Both days spent in Venice were fabulous. We loved everything about it and did not want to leave. Especially for what we had in store.
Day 23
At 2:00 p.m. of our final day in Italy, we took a bus from Venice to the Venice Treviso airport, an hour long trip without air conditioning in the blistering hot Italian sun. Upon arriving, we did nothing but sit and wait. We were there at 3:00 p.m. and our flight left at 10:30. We got pretty bored. Time passed so slowly. Or so we thought.
At about 8:00, it was time for me to jump into action. After buying countless souvenirs, we did not have enough room for all of our stuff. We had come with only 2 backpacks stuffed to the brim with stuff, including clothes in space-bags. But we now had a bag FULL of souvenirs. If you do the math correctly, that left us with 3 bags worth of stuff. Quiz time. Do you think we paid to check our third bag (considering RyanAir strictly allows only one piece of carry-on luggage)? No. Of course not. That would have cost money! So, at 8:00, I went to put on every piece of clothing I had brought for the 3 weeks: Too many socks to count, 10 layers around the waist (including a swimsuit, athletic shorts, khaki shorts and more all stuffed under already-pretty thin fitting jeans), and 8 layers on the top half. I looked, and felt, like the Michelin Man. Steph did the same.
Security must have thought we were idiots as we waddled through security and to our gate, but we were happy. We beat the system and it made us proud. Unfortunately though, there were people who checked your amount of carry-on luggage prior to boarding the plane at your gate, so Steph and I were required to keep our layers on until we landed in Liverpool at midnight. 4 hours in that many clothes got pretty rough pretty quick.
Once in Liverpool, though, we got to take off the layers and relax. Relax all night. From 12:00 to 8:00 a.m. NOW time passed slowly. To our luck, the airport was freezing cold, and had nowhere cozy to stay. Steph and I moved from place to place as she tried to sleep and I remained awake. After finding refuge in the Euro-per-10 minute leather massage chairs, we bunkered in for a long night below a statue of John Lennon.
Day 24
As morning finally broke, and the first buses to Lime Street Train Station arrived, it was all a monotonous journey. Hop on bus, get on train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on next train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on next train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on bus, hop off at Cranbrook Avenue. A one block walk and we were home. It was the middle of the afternoon and we were ready to sleep, something we hadn't done in about 30 hours at this point. But Manchester United was playing. So there was a quick change into our jerseys and off to the pub to watch our favorite team and get some of the horrible English food we have grown to find comforting. We were home.
There was little that could comfort our departure from the beautiful Varenna on Lake Como, Italy. Of all places, however, Venice fit the bill. The last stop of our journey, Venice was a highly anticipated stop for both Steph and I after hearing mixed reviews throughout our Italian quest. As we stepped off the train, we saw canals instead of roads and boats instead of cars (and the obnoxious Italian Vespas). Walking from the train station towards the grand canal, we saw tourism like never before. Hoards of people with open-wide eyes and maps in their hands, we fit right in. It seemed as though Venice was the mecca for all the street vendors trying to sell flying saucer toys, squishy desk toys, watches, and purses.
Skipping by the barrage of tourist-aimed activity, however, we discovered a town beyond anything we ever expected. Sure, the town was full of stores either too expensive to even enter or catering to tourist interests, but the town had an inexplicable beauty. Canals sat idly under forgotten bridges in every corner of town. Winding roads ended at canals full of striped-shirt gondoliers. Decadent houses long past their prime lined the moss-covered edges of the beautiful canals. It was easy to see why this city was so popular. Despite its tourist overtaking, the town retained an undeniable beauty that couldn't be matched by anywhere else. It was a different beauty than the Cinque Terre and Como. It was an ugly beauty. And we loved it.
Expecting the worst from Venice, we were very surprised. We were told that it was an over-priced city. Yet we got pizza for dinner for a total of 6 euros, pizza for lunch for a total of 5 euros, and McDonalds for dinner for a total of 10 euros. We even found some of the BEST gelato for only 2 euro 2 flavor double-scoop. Needless to say, if Venice was expensive, we surely didn't notice.
We had nothing planned for Venice other than walk around and explore. We had officially ran out of money and were required to create our own entertainment. This, unfortunately, eliminated the potential for a two-person gondola ride that was priced at nearly 100 euros. Staying true to their nature, however, my parents saved the day with a last second donation of funds that would allow us to go on the gondola if we so chose.
After much debate, however, we decided against it. It wasn't quite as romantic as it looks. The gondoliers are crude, cigarette-smoking, old men that try to swindle you out of money as you walk by their docked gondolas. The gondolas are dated, with worn, grimy velvet, decaying on the seats of where the customers sit. It reminded me a lot of the horses that pull carriages through Central Park. In theory, very romantic. In reality, however, kind of gross and smelly. The money, however, was put to good use, allowing us to survive one more day and then the way back home. Did I mention that on the last day in Como we had to skip lunch and dinner and not eat because we didn't have enough money for it? Needless to say, the money couldn't have come at a better time and was much appreciated.
We still got a feel for Venice gondolas, however, as we took a cheap ferry-esque boat from one side of Venice to the other via the Grand Canal, passing under the Rialto Bridge. Better yet, we payed .50 euros each to have a gondolier take us across the Grand Canal (a task many Venetians require considering only 3 bridges cross the canal). The 1 minute trip was the best money spent the entire trip and was a easily a highlight of our stay in Venice.
Both days spent in Venice were fabulous. We loved everything about it and did not want to leave. Especially for what we had in store.
Day 23
At 2:00 p.m. of our final day in Italy, we took a bus from Venice to the Venice Treviso airport, an hour long trip without air conditioning in the blistering hot Italian sun. Upon arriving, we did nothing but sit and wait. We were there at 3:00 p.m. and our flight left at 10:30. We got pretty bored. Time passed so slowly. Or so we thought.
At about 8:00, it was time for me to jump into action. After buying countless souvenirs, we did not have enough room for all of our stuff. We had come with only 2 backpacks stuffed to the brim with stuff, including clothes in space-bags. But we now had a bag FULL of souvenirs. If you do the math correctly, that left us with 3 bags worth of stuff. Quiz time. Do you think we paid to check our third bag (considering RyanAir strictly allows only one piece of carry-on luggage)? No. Of course not. That would have cost money! So, at 8:00, I went to put on every piece of clothing I had brought for the 3 weeks: Too many socks to count, 10 layers around the waist (including a swimsuit, athletic shorts, khaki shorts and more all stuffed under already-pretty thin fitting jeans), and 8 layers on the top half. I looked, and felt, like the Michelin Man. Steph did the same.
Security must have thought we were idiots as we waddled through security and to our gate, but we were happy. We beat the system and it made us proud. Unfortunately though, there were people who checked your amount of carry-on luggage prior to boarding the plane at your gate, so Steph and I were required to keep our layers on until we landed in Liverpool at midnight. 4 hours in that many clothes got pretty rough pretty quick.
Once in Liverpool, though, we got to take off the layers and relax. Relax all night. From 12:00 to 8:00 a.m. NOW time passed slowly. To our luck, the airport was freezing cold, and had nowhere cozy to stay. Steph and I moved from place to place as she tried to sleep and I remained awake. After finding refuge in the Euro-per-10 minute leather massage chairs, we bunkered in for a long night below a statue of John Lennon.
Day 24
As morning finally broke, and the first buses to Lime Street Train Station arrived, it was all a monotonous journey. Hop on bus, get on train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on next train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on next train, show conductor pass, get off train, get on bus, hop off at Cranbrook Avenue. A one block walk and we were home. It was the middle of the afternoon and we were ready to sleep, something we hadn't done in about 30 hours at this point. But Manchester United was playing. So there was a quick change into our jerseys and off to the pub to watch our favorite team and get some of the horrible English food we have grown to find comforting. We were home.
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