|Outside Jeld-Wen Field|
Last night, the Portland Timbers hosted the Wilmington Hammerheads of North Carolina. It so happened that some of my season-ticket holding friends had tickets they couldn't use. This windfall development resulted in Maty and I and our sister, Nadia, hopping the #14 bus bound for Jeld-Wen Field on an unseasonably cool May evening.
It was a flat blowout. Final score, Portland 5, Wilmington 1. The Timber's Army roared its approval.
|Me and my honey|
Soon the three of them were going back and forth while I, with my feeble French comprehension, followed along. It was infectious. Someone in the back of the bus spoke up to the delight of the conversants: "Tout le monde parle français!"
It was late and we were tired, but it was a rewarding evening.
Rode the bus. Saw a football game. Participated in a spontaneous conversation in French. Taking advantage of those city perks.