Real Ma-driiiiiiid!

Mikey has just seen his first european soccer match. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Worth every penny. Thought to myself, I will never see another midfield like this again: Christiano Ronaldo, Lass, Kaka, and Xabi Alonso...so filthy. Ran out to the stadium in a hurry, with a huge grin on my face, grabbed the first ticket I could get at 40 euro, grabbed a beer at a really cool local bar called, TGIFridays...I'm not sure of the translation. Walked up to my seat, anticipating what the pitch would look like...and there it was perfectly green and cut in perfect checkers. The lights were shining and the sun was setting and it was beautiful. There was no way I was taking my camera, this pleasure was all my own. I want you to paint whatever beautiful scene you can in your head, because it probably won't live up to the reality that I experienced and appreciated. I sat in between the crazy home fans and the visiting stands. It was like having my own personal bodyguard next to me. Honestly, security stood next to me throughout the match. The fan to my right was picking fights left and right, and even got me in on it a bit, gotta say it was pretty fun, even though I wasn't really sure what he was saying...lots of homosexual slurs I believe. Regardless, the action was unreal. Ronaldo unleashed some serious moves, which even at the top of the stadium are so crisp and quick that its like you're watching a hummingbird go from flower to flower to goal. It's like he's faster than the speed of light. BUT he did not steal the show folks, no, my boy Xabi Alonso had a terrific game. He was involved in all the action, setting up 2 of the 3 goals. So exciting to see him doing well. We're old pals, I swear. Okay, just wanted everyone (as in Sam and her wonderful mother) to know that I just had a great night, and look forward to more AT LEAST in Spain. Oh and I haven't even found the words to write about Toledo yet...and I went on Thursday. Look forward to that post.

Oh, and another thing...

I'm in sunny Spain now, and I am trying to get everything in that I can. So this blog might take a backseat for a couple days, as I am taking a day off from Madrid and going to Toledo tomorrow. Pictures from all of this can be found at Flickr.com, search for Z-boy...I believe that should do the trick.

The mother of all weddings...

Now, for those of you who truly know me...I'm a total romantic but have had a hard time showing it for the last few years. It has led me to believe that was the reason behind not getting invited to some weddings, I thought maybe people didn't want me bringing them down on their day. Realistically, I haven't had many friends get married yet. However, Camille (formerly Roberts) Torresson invited me to her destination wedding in Sweden. Crazy huh? First of all, it was the entire motivation behind this endeavor, so thank you Cami. Second, I wouldn't have really had much reason to visit Sweden before, but I find now that there are so many things to explore in that quaint little capital of Stockholm alone, that you forget how far that country stretches, thus making you want to return. Leif and Peter tried to convince me to drop any plans for Spain and hit the Artic Circle, where the magic happens; where the real traditional songs of Cami and Klas' wedding will bring the house down, along with the panties...as Leif tells me. If you ever travel to Sweden, have someone teach you Helan Gar (pronounced Hell and Gore) and sing it as often as possible. Do not get pizza from a bar in Bagarmossen, you will vomit. Go to the icebar, it IS worth it, especially if you can talk the barkeep into a few free drinks. Also, find a small yellow signed Antik shop...which is antique for the non phonetic crew here, and snoop around. Coolest antique shop, ever. There are a ton of things to say about Sweden alone. First off, Fred lied to us about Sweden's "potential." Unless everyone was on holiday...pound for pound, Copenhagen takes Stockholm in the giant game of who's got the world's most beautiful women per capita chess. Night club and music scene though, Stockholm has got it, and we only really went out one night. Every place was fun, every place had good music (Toots and the Maytals in Sweden??) and on top of that, the exchange rate didn't hurt. Food wise, we did see some strange recipes, involving a lot of dill on salmon I believe, but Cafe Fatoljen...if you ever subscribe to this, I want your food right now. One of the best sandwiches I've ever had. 10 bucks got you a salad, fruit, coffee tea or water, any of 20 sandwiches or pasta salads, I chose salami and brie. I would have gone back there every single day if not for some of our laziness. It was not laziness, more like relaxation with your friends, because to see friends and family halfway around the world celebrating two people's adventure into the world as one, made everything up to and after worth it.

Fisse!

Copenhagen is unbelievable. Unbelievable. Fred had always told us stories of how great it is, how gorgeous the women are, how wonderful the weather is in the summer, etc. It has lived up to every hype I have ever heard. It is stealing me as I sit here with a cool breeze on my back overlooking a cobblestoned, red bricked late 1800's street, clean as new with the brightest white clouds passing by. The only way it could be better is if I didn't still have a hangover from Fernet-Branca, the herbal Italian liqueur that apparently has swept Denmark. That was two nights ago. Playing liar's dice with Fred's friends, going to a dorm party, which at 25, I thought was the worst idea ever, until I realized that in Europe, dorms have bars downstairs. So really, we just went to a bar, a wonderful bar. Fred's friends kept us laughing all night, until we had to walk home, which of course Mando and I entertained ourselves somehow. Feeling left out by speaking English, we decided to switch it up a bit and only speak Spanish or terrible UK english. They were the worst impressions ever, but kept us entertained for a bit of a warm, long stroll through the beautiful city back to Christianhavn, where Fred lives. We had a bit of an international politics discussion with the only other person walking on the street, a girl on her way to the airport in full rainbow clothing. She basically summed up the country for me. To me, it seems that Denmark, leading in the areas they can, have advanced as much as possible while holding on to their national pride and humor. Everyone smiles, and works hard, expecting the best out of themselves, their country, and the rest of the world. It's as if they are waiting for everyone to meet their standards. I absolutely love it.

Sorry I've been awhile

Samantha don't worry, we made it in and out of Amsterdam in one piece. Your help was perfect, even if I was screaming at you. Thank you. After trying to catch our breath, Amsterdam took our breath away. It was the first time for me, but for Mando, it was like an old friend. Dashing from airport to train to hostel through crowds of screaming English crusaders was like an episode of the Amazing race...but really we were just THOSE lame American tourists. Which, to be fair, is understandable out of me, but for Mando, what a jerk. Once checked in, the second wind came on strong, along with beers, snacks, and football. Not much was said between us at first, but the company was well appreciated. It was a lot to take in. Even more to take in when your mind is a bit altered. Couldn't resist. We met a man named Rob that could not stop talking about his love for Bill Clinton, which immediately sparked a connection to prostitutes, don't ask me why. You know exactly why. I've never seen such a widespread feeling of wonderment or as our English friends would call it, "society's greatest tease." A nap at 10 pm and ensuing third wind would bring us to Cafe Mokum, where hooligans made every song a sing-a-long, drumming on the bar, and endless pitchers just had to happenbecame irresistible. As did adventures around Leidsplein. Great job on the after hours drinks Eduardo, the old man who apparently thought Amsterdam was his town. We only dented our wallets like a crater hit them. However, it was good to get that release out. And, what better place to do it, like Mando said it's Europe's Las Vegas. It's clearly more than that though. The city is balanced between old world customs and future modernity; an eternal transition both of the external and internal. Quite a way to start this whole thing out.