Hanging out our hotel window on a warm night in Amsterdam eight years later, I looked down drop-jawed as young dudes swarmed out bars, stripped off their pants, and stumbled into the fountain below to thrash and bellow wearing just their teeny totally un-American bikini underpants. Holland had just lost the World Cup to Argentina. These guys were in pain, apparently. But, man, I thought, Is Europe great or what?
Louisa Kamps, First Family Trip to Europe
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