The adventure begins with a beat up passport that nearly gets me denied entry into the Netherlands, then successive train and bus rides after figuring out that my credit card has a pin number (yes, not debit card), and with the help of the Israel Mixed National Team I finally made it to the fields at 10:30 am on Thursday.
Windmill is not just a tournament – more like a small carnival that you happen to call home for a few days (complete with a large circus tent and and an elephant). With a projector available, the Irish and Spanish players were not denied the chance to watch the Euro Cup match . Beer (good beer) was readily available, producing a party like-atmosphere as more and more people piled in. The light finally died down at 11 pm, just in time for the opening ceremonies to kick off.
This morning may be rainy, but the trip to Amsterdam is shaping up to be a good one. We’ll have more coverage throughout the weekend, giving you the skinny on the competition and who’s winning the party.