It is six am. I am dressed for success.

Go Revolution! Go Azure! Go Espana!

That strange white object running interference with me getting my breakfast?

(And note to the chef de cuisine. Breakfast is jamon. I refuse to eat anything but spanish food for the next thirty five days.)

Yes, that bizarre white thing where my breakfast should be? It’s my new love object. William tells me if I nose it around the fields 24/7 ’til Lizzy comes home I can be the mascot on his team this fall AND be a soccer diva too.

Go team! Now, jamon, please.