Since I'm covering the party (technically "things to do") section for Europe I figured its only fitting to talk about the worlds common language first, Football. Some of my fondest memories of Europe hail from the pitch sidelines as the 12Th player. There is nothing quite like watching your team play at home with thousands of other supports cheering so loud that your not sure if your actually making any noise. And that's just club football. When we start talking national teams we see a group of followers that most religions envy. I remember France '98, site of that years FIFA World Cup of Football. After a long and dramatic road to the finals, France had battled their way to earn a date with Brazil for he last test to lift the holy grail of Football. While needless to say that the stadium was sold out, me and my family secured a spot on LaVeille bridge to watch the game on the 50 foot screen outside the stadium. In case your wondering, the bridge was closed down to traffic so French supporters could pile on it to cheer on Les blu's. 90 minutes and some extra time later France lifted the World Cup at home in front of more than half a million fans. I don't think I'll ever see a scene like that again. The party raged on well into the morning and for many more days to come. I remember looking out my hotel window later that night and seeing the swarms of people lining the streets of Paris in jubilant cheers... and maybe just a few drunken songs, just a few.
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