Switzerland (actually)

After a nice train ride in which we talked to a pair of really cool Australian girls, we arrived in Lausanne, bought provisions for the weekend and made our way over to the house. Our taxi driver spoke more Spanish than English, but Jonah and I miraculously were able to put some of our education to use and got us there.

Once we were in, our jaws dropped. The house was crazy. It had a pool, a sauna, an amazing kitchen, great beds, a projector to watch movies, pretty much everything we could want. We went for a swim, fired up some pizzas, watched Ratatouille and saw the Netherlands get rolled by Russia.

After some great sleep, our day consisted of: lounging by the pool, jumping into the pool to cool off, grilling steak kebabs and going into town to watch the Italy-Spain game in a giant tent they set up. It was packed with Spanish and Italian fans. We were cheering for the Spaniards to come through and when they prevailed in the shootout, we were right there cheering with the Spanish fans.

After walking back towards the train station, we saw a massive group of Spanish fans walking up a hill and decided to follow them. When we reached the top, we saw a giant group of Spanish supporters celebrating. We decided to pretend we were Spanish and joined in the jumping around, shouting Olè and dancing to the giant drums they had set up. It was waaaay too much fun, and they didn't even realize we weren't Spanish.

Running out of time, post more later.

-Charl