Thursday, June 28, 2018

Last night I fell asleep quickly, got up twice during the night, woke up at 5am, took an Excedrin Migraine at 6am, and got up at 7am.  (I think I see a nap in my not too distant future.)

The rain stopped sometime during the night and it’s a mostly clear morning.

At 7am the TV coverage is showing the bus carrying the Colombia team on its way to the stadium where they will play Senegal.  Lots of coverage of Colombia fans in Russia and Colombia, most dressed in Colombia jerseys or at least colors of their flag – gold, blue, and red.  Other costumes I could see were Nintendo’s Mario and Popeye.

There are several channels showing the game.  Choose the wrong one and all you’ll see is the coach standing on the sidelines or one of the players localized on the field – in neither case will you see the ball.  Another station is a far away shot of the whole field – too far to make out any details.

The first half ended 0-0; yes, I know, so exciting.  In the second half all of a sudden we heard cheering outside but nothing had happened on TV.  About 10 seconds later we saw Colombia score – what, our service/channel is a delayed broadcast?  Maybe it takes 10 seconds for Direct TV to bounce off a satellite in space?  Who knows. The final score was Colombia 1, Senegal 0.  That moves them to the final 16.  I believe Colombia plays next Tuesday at 1pm against the loser of the England vs Belgium match to be played at 1pm today.

Teresa informed me she’s not going to the finca today.  Good, it will give her a chance to rest up a little.

In the 1pm game at halftime it’s England and Belgium 0-0.  Sigh!  In the other halftime it’s Panama 1, Tunisia 0.

At 2pm it started raining but it only lasted 20 minutes.  By 3pm it was dry and sunny again.

Laura left the apt at 2:30.

Belgium beat England 1-0 and Tunisia beat Panama 2-1.  I later read that this was Tunisia’s first World Cup win in 40 years.

Laura came back at 5:45 with her CES university certificate, in English, certifying that she completed one semester studying psychology.

In the evening Laura went out and brought back empanadas for dinner.

If your dictionary told the truth: Vegetarian (n.) A bad hunter. Someone who survives by consuming not food, but the stuff that food eats.