Day 3. Mexico vs. Iran

I got to hand it the Mexican fans, they know really how to throw a wild party. I arrived in Nuremberg and for a few minutes, I thought I was in Mexico city. In front of me was a sea of green shirts and everyone chanting Viva Mexico and singing cielito lindo. Actually, the train ride here was also a load of fun. I hung out in the bar on the train with a crazy bunch of Austrians, Mexicans, and Iranians. We sang songs from all three countries. Plus, I also had my first "Austrian breakfast" which consisted of cold beer, cold beer and cold beer. When in Rome...