Last weekend was hard. On Friday, I got permission to not go to school and instead to the airport to say goodbye to the Aussies headed to home on the east coast. It was terribly sad for me because I had created great friendship with some of them and to watch them leave for an extremely indefinite time [that means no "coming back for Christmas and summer vacation" or the occasional "drive up." Basically, I'm trying to point out this is not like when you watched your son/daughter leave for college or so]. I realize I'm lucky to live in California because I know they'll love to come see SF and with a guide (and possible place to crash) would be an extra bonus for them. It's was still difficult. Afterwards, I went around northern Switzerland with some other kids from my year and one that was to leave Saturday.
Saturday: same time, same place. Definitely harder. I wish I hadn't held in the tears so I didn't look completely heartless. I then went home. That night, I went to the ice hockey game that I got from some random dude in Engelberg. It was odd.
Differences between Swiss Pro and NHL:
-No national anthem(s)
-International Hockey Rulebook
-Crapload of advertisements on the jerseys/goalie equipment
-Standing sections filled with soccer-like fans(endzones lowerlevel)
-Constant noise from these fans
-The noise from fans after a goal is barely noticeable compared to regular
-People just walk about
-This place had no glass seats (at least 4-5feet away)
-No mascot
That's it, really. Everything else that I've done these last weeks is kinda redundant.
-Eddie
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