The Defeat

As per tradition, I woke up to the sound of trumpets and Shakira’s FIFA song. Admist the sea of yellow and red, we ventured out to watch the game. For my sake, we looked for a flat screen TV.



(The above is a picture of what I wore and who I was with everytime Colombia played. Notice that it’s the same shirt beause anything else would have been a disgrace)

We went here:


I strayed inside eventually because it was 95 degrees outside and a bunch of trees covered in Colombian flags wasn’t doing mch to help.


But, after that emotional roller coaster, we lost. And the party turned into something like this: CAM00773[1]

It was all very sad, yet I looked something like this because it was, after all, the fourth of July. CAM00775[1]

And ate this:





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