Well, it is over. It was an overwhelming month that increased my happiness everyday. Personal highlights included blowing my bright yellow vuvuzela at work, tirelessly defending the beautiful game to naysayer proles that I often refer to as friends, waking up at 7am after going to bed at 4am, hating on the awful 'african' interlude, and wishing that the North Korean goalie is still alive. 4 hours after the fact I am beaming that Spain won. The Dutch winning in SA, in my humble opinion, would have been an affront to justice. But I am also misty and distraught. I have to wait another 4 years to do it all again.
But tomorrow I start my quest to learn Portuguese. We will be there. We have grand plans. And vuvzelas to travel. And carne do sol to eat.
Now, just let is end with this heartwarming video of overflowing joy with Iker and his hot correspondent boo:
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