And the World Cup started last night, so it's going to be a right car horn fest in these parts for a few weeks. Today I look like a sleepwalker. I think I need a dip in the lake (it will still be freezing) to knock some sense into me. Denis emailed me a beautiful photo today -- a picture of the tent he's been sleeping in in the mountains in Ticino. Moonlight. City lights down below.
He's been away for a few days, working on a beautiful story, sleeping in a tent and making me really, really, really want to sleep in a tent on this other side of the country, just for a night.
He won't let me use the photo because he's saving it for one of his work blogs. Talk about strict.
I took this quiz to determine which World Cup team I am. Germany. I've changed these last few years, clearly, but this may explain my new-found respect for the rules and for even asking Denis if I could use the photo in the first place.
I wanted that quiz to tell me I was Portugal, where we were a few weeks ago. I think Portugal is becoming my favourite place on earth. I want to live there.
Who are you going for in the World Cup? Do you care? I don't think I do, but time will tell.