What a match.
What a thrill.
What an honour to watch two teams go head on to bring home the glory.
Is it not heartbreaking, that only one team can win?
Honestly, without the dulce de leche oozing gently out of my alfajores, I don’t know how I would have made it through all that stress!
This morning, at 5am Sydney time, I was huddled in a blanket, surrounded by an overdose of testosterone, watching Argentina play Germany in the FIFA world cup finals of 2014. I wasn’t waiting for the sunrise, or passing time due to my insomniac tendencies, but genuinely hauled my butt out of bed at 4:30 in the morning, solely for the game.
Go Bake Yourself 