Da Da....Da DAA Da Da DAA DAA DAA Da De Da DAAA Da Da

That is, for those who, like Melanie, wonder "what is that?" is the Triumphal March from Aida. I had to listen to it three times after one of the most exciting games I have ever watched.

I have to admit that I was a little bit torn. I was not expecting to be, as I tend to generally go with an All Italia (not Alitalia, who lost my bag of art supplies and sketchbooks, though) agenda. However, when they played "Deutschland Uber Alles" and I saw all those fellows who look like my relatives standing at attention, well, for just a moment I thought "I could live with Germany winning." But that passed in about three minutes, and I was firmly on the side of the Azure Storm.

Tomorrow there is no possible ambiguity. Viva Portugal! And, if they win, I will root for Germany for third place. There is something particularly satisfying about watching the Germans beat the French. They can at least avenge our lusophonic brothers in Brasil who threw away the victory by putting a bunch of showboaters on the field who refused to work as a team. Gits.

If it comes down to Portugal and Italy, we will really be a torn household. This is the menu for that day (hopefully):

Grilled linguicas and bifanas
Pasta al pesto
Portuguese sweet bread
Favas
Italian wine

For music we will have to have a balance between Italian and Portuguese.

I actually would not be upset with a Portuguese victory, simply to honor Our Lady of Fatima, the Portuguese bullfighting tradition, and the memories of Antonio Salazar and Amalia Rodrigues. I guess I really am one of those Three F types.