I have found the promised land 🦅

Dear World Cup visitors: This guide isn’t complete. But it might change your life. 🇺🇸

European tourists in America right now

Why are people still saying Americans are unfriendly, rude and arrogant? 🇺🇸 Over the past week I’ve received so many recommendations on what to do here I’ve been completely taken back by it. American hospitality is real, I can’t wait for the next few weeks.

What started as a budget road trip with a couple buddies has now turned into a stay at the nicest hotel in Houston on JJ Watt's generosity. Freddy, I think I have the perfect way for you to finish your trip! Check your DMs!

Wow! We are watching a cage break. Globally.

World Cup tourists have discovered New Jersey deli:

This is so insane😭😭😭

Fun fact. That grass was grown in my small home town of Moses Lake Washington by Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints who own Desert Green Turf. The stadiums in Seattle and Los Angeles have this sod.

Dan and Shay knocked it out of the park! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

This is encouraging, especially the crowd response at SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles. Have the radicals lost the culture war? Are we healing?

First of all, I had no idea who these gentleman, @DanAndShay , were before this video, but absolute stellar rendition of the national anthem!🇺🇸🩷🇺🇸🩷🇺🇸 And yes, bonus to see @TomCruise singing along.🩷

The best way to see the beauty around you is to see it through the eyes of someone who has never seen it. Thank you to the World Cup Tourists for reminding us.

Something like this should not stand out. But it does. Be like Tom.

I say this with complete sincerity—this might be the cleanest, purist, and most flawless performance of the National Anthem I’ve ever heard. #USA #worldcup

أمريكا في القمة :As they say in your country

I’ve probably watched this 100 times. Dan Shay need to sing the National Anthem before every big sporting event. Incredible.

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.