World Cup part 1 Opening ceremonies

Lyrics to Waka Waka
“Time for Africa ”

You’re a good soldier, choosing your battles
Pick yourself up, and dust yourself off
Get back in the saddle
You’re on the front line, everyone’s watching
You know it’s serious
We’re getting closer
This isn’t over
The pressure’s on; you feel it
But you got it all; believe it
When you fall get up oh, oh
And if you fall get up eh, eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Cause this is Africa
Tsamina mina eh, eh
Waka waka eh, eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa
Listen to your god; this is our motto
Your time to shine
Don’t wait in line
Y vamos por todo
People are raising their expectations
Go on and feel it, this is your moment
No hesitation
Today’s your day, I feel it
You paved the way, believe it
If you get down, get up oh, oh
When you get down, get up eh, eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa
Tsamina mina eh, eh
Waka waka eh, eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa aa
Tsamina mina eh, eh
Waka waka eh, eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa


Did I mention Im I've been in South Africa for the start of the World Cup and all its amazingness.

I admit I started wanting Cameroon to take it all...thier first match spoke to that not being possible...

GO GHANA it has been since!!!!!

Opening ceremonies found me on the Eastern Coast in Cape Town.
Starting the day early in Mufali, Township. A Habitat Youth build. Great people and almost everyone in the township seemed to be smiling. The party had started and the home owners-to-be had the normal quotes of transformation the house would bring to their family. The family could avoid some of the sickness that was brought on from the freezing houses made of aluminum and cardboard or other materials. The damp would stay out and they would have space to move and sleep in the house.  We are so excited we will be able to invite friends over to watch the World Cup. The TV is being brought over and we can all watch together in our home.
I watched Mexico and South Africa playing on the screen, talking to my father in Spanish as I rooted for the home team, not mine but where I live now. And the first goal was ours! Of the World Cup! I can't put into words how important that kick was for Africa. HUGE!! The streets were wild. Vuvuzelas blowing, the people were together, proud, and FEELING IT. Another phone call to my friend, the French Ambassador and upon the earlier request, it was a stop by and pick up that extra ticket for her and we were off. Race to the spot to grab the tickets, to the apartment to grab warm cloths because night time is C.O.L.D. in SA and walk over since the apartments close to the stadium…Beautiful, silver and lit something like I would imagine the starship enterprise, style modernized for when we all take off to Pluto.
Energy and people painted , I matched with blue and white coat and pink/red checkered WOOL pants. There with the French ticket so the dress supported. NO face painting. Good seats but not the best I’ve sat yet….
Afterward we found a Brazilian party in a library, live music and directions to return a few days later for the mask night of keys in a Bowl…and see who you end up with sort of night. Didn’t make it to that one.
The next couple days were spent with Chris and Micah as I-town crew plus more. Face painted with an American Flag and Fan Park, bar and all over. !!!The street were ALIVE and Vuvuzela beer bong was created…no participation from me as I still am not the beer drinker.