Hobbits in the Red Light District - Innocence Lost

One would think that a true Dutch Football Fan would want to watch the game with a bunch of other Dutch Fans, not a bunch of orange clad tourists who think they’re at the hub of it all and don’t really know what they’re cheering for. So that’s why I think the guy who called Maggie and I Hobbits while sipping on a glass of merlot wasn’t really a great representation of the Holland Faithful. But I digress, because that was one cool Soccer game!

It was extremely fun heading to a pub to watch the game. A lot of energy in the streets, orange streamers everywhere; it’s like a when a professional sports team wins a championship and the town celebrates, only cooler, because EVERYONE cares so much.

So now they’re in the final, and we will probably not be here because we’ll be racing…wa wa waaa. Either way, hopefully they can pull off another one, because I think everyone will be a lot happier in this city if they do.

After the game, we decided to walk around and somehow we found ourselves in the Red Light District! (It was completely by coincidence and not planned at all.) As one of the sprinters at the track told us, “whether you agree with it or not, you have to go check it out.” She was completely right. The bottom picture is of us there, and if you look closely, you can see how uncomfortable we all are. And as Elizabeth said as we were walking out, “My innocence is gone.”

Let’s Go!
*One last side note...that PIZZA DOGG looks awesome...while there’s no skyline in Amsterdam, I think I found my savior...

Us after the game...

It's a PIZZA DOGG

Red Lights make us nervous...