The West Coast time zone is a blessing in that it lets us
watch all the World Cup games and still gives us most of the day to travel. But it
remains a curse as 5am alarm clocks are slowly becoming the soundtrack of
this trip.
Brazil played Costa Rica entering the 90th minute
still tied 0-0, but ultimately the Sons of Samba finished the game as 2-0
victors. Miguel and I then went to a local breakfast spot and watched Nigeria
beat Iceland 2-0. Iceland may be the “Cinderella Story” of the World Cup, but I still find it difficult to cheer against any African nation.
Before leaving Phoenix we watched Switzerland play Serbia.
With only seconds left in the game, Serbia was in a great spot, tied 1-1 and
looking likely to advance to the next round. But with one of the final touches
of the match Swiss winger Shaqiri gave Switzerland a 2-1 lead. His hips don’t
lie and neither does the score line which now suggests Serbia have only a very slim
chance of advancing to the next round.
We then set off on our final stint of driving from coast to coast. But before we arrived in San Diego we encountered yet another hidden gem. One of my favorite experiences on the trip so far was
watching the dirt and brush of the Arizona planes turn to sand dunes in
California. My first time experiencing a desert in person and one I won’t
forget any time soon. The sun and heat kept us from lingering, but it
was yet another reminder of the miraculous and beautiful country we live in. A
place I routinely under-appreciate in search of foreign destinations. A place I
will certainly return to again in this life.
See you tomorrow,
Elwood
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