SO i’ve got tickets to the World Cup. Awesome! Brazil vs. Croatia. The unawesome news is that those tickets are in Vancouver Canada. And I’m not. At my old apartment.
But I managed to get in touch with the courier company and got some old fashioned friendly helpful Canadian service: the first woman was curious how I ended up in Italy from Vancouver. The next guy wanted to know who my pick was for the World Cup. He agreed that Brazil Croatia was a good choice, because South american games don’t end 0-0.

And to boot, they’re re-routing those precious tickets back to a place where they can end up in my mitts, so I can see the game when I go to Germany.

Good news. (though I don’t have the tickets in my hands yet, the optimismeter has inched up some points).