Maybe I Should Get Papa Lima on Twitter

It's crazy how different it feels to actually have leisure time in the evenings. It feels amazing that I can flip through a magazine while rocking out on my ipod without the pressure of homework waiting for me. Wow...is this how it feels to actually have a life outside papers, thesis and group projects. Shoooooot, I should do this more often. Ah, the bliss of flipping through a magazine, listening to Pitbull and let my barefeet be exposed to the world.







The World Cup is in 2 days and I'm getting pumped. I'm currently leg kicking and fist pumping in the air...that's how excited I am. I would have to give credit to the World Cup for the quality time I spend with my dad, Aka: Papa Lima. I can remember when Papa Lima first introduced me to the awesomeness of the World Cup.

Boom. My life was never the same.

I would run around the house singing "ole, ole, ole" and "gooooooooooooooooooaaaaalllll" at the top of my lungs. My mom, aka: Mama Lima, was always puzzled that I would prefer to watch men running around after a ball rather than play house with my Barbies. Papa Lima loved it. I also started a dislike for the Brazilian team at a young age. (Don't worry, I don't hate them anymore. I'm still deciding who I'm actually cheering for. Of course, I'll cheer for USA but let's be honest...I need a backup team. I can be like the Ecuadorian's here and go for Argentina....or not. I can't go for Italy because everyone and their mom is going for them now. Lame. Well, let's see how it goes...I'll keep y'all posted...as if you cared). Since I'm here in Ecuador for the first few weeks of the World Cup, Papa Lima and I will have to rely on Skype and emails to discuss/argue about who fouled who and why. Maybe I should get Papa Lima on Twitter...hmmmm. I'm beyond excited to get to Houston to sit by Papa Lima, eatting Mama Lima's burritos and yelling Spanglish at the tv.

Thank you World Cup, for being one of our common interests and creating a father-daughter bond that I cherished so deeply now.

I think it's time to sing "WAKA, WAKA...this time for Africa..." (Please note the beautiful picture of diversity at the end of the video. Awesome.)



Go Shakira...by the way, you are on my list of people I want to be when I grow up....because you can move those hips like ya...