I woke up for the second half of Germany Italy and wow, the Italians were somehow all infiltrated by alien beings-- 4 strikers up front?! 2 goals in the last minutes of extra time?! Forza!
World's Most Curious Football-Related Injury: I woke up again to watch France Portugal but in the dark managed to completely forget about the rather large tv in the middle of my bedroom (I just moved). I hit it full on anad fell over injuring my shin, knee, elbow, shoulder, and boob. I forget about that match. 1-0 France? I still have a nasty cut across my shin.
N and I then had the good sense to get out of town for a few days and longtailed it to Railei Beach where I last was with the lovely Suparna Mukherjee for what is now known as Bengali Girls Gone Wild.
This most recent trip was fantastic--West Railei is easily one of the most atmospheric places I have been. God, I sound so gushy, but we also had the most perfect beach house. You really just need to go-- I had this chick flick moment where I thought this is where I would like to come to die. Not sure if N would be down with that, as he would have to be the one carrying the oxygen tank singing "Wind Beneath My Wings." No, on second thought, certainly not.
Finale: Italy wins the World Cup. I do love the Azzurri and am happy for them, in spite of their silly, easy draw, in spite of their endearing habit of getting in their own way. We watched 100m from the Andaman Sea with a collection of partially nude British men on a stag trip.