I don’t know if you’ve heard but the World Cup has started.
And to anyone outside of America, it’s a pretty big deal.
I don’t know much about soccer, but I love sports. So I donned my England colors, and we headed off into to the mysterious world of North London to meet friends and watch the match.
The weather was divine, so we sat outside and chatted over Italian cocktails in the garden.
I was happy to see that the pre-game ritual in England is identical to that at home in America – the barbeque!
We threw a few patties on the grill and fired it up, filling the garden with the savory brume of barbeque smoke.
Our tummies full, it was time to put our game faces on.
Our England game faces.
Though I think someone was channeling Braveheart…
There is nothing like the zeal of a dedicated football fan.
Although the Three Lions lost the match, it was an evening filled with yummy food and drinks, beloved friends, and the furor of World Cup football – all things the English do best.