I’m trying to be a better world citizen.

One of the blessings of living in a city like New York are the small reminders that I do live in an international city. There are shared cultural moments that bring us all together, even in competition. So for day one of World Cup, I wandered to Madiba, the South African restaurant in my neighbood and walked into a standing room only mixed crowd of South African expats, Mexicans, Americans of all shades and ages. The game brings out the whole range of humanity –joy, agony, ecstasy– or in a word, ebuillience. So here are some scenes from World Cup watchers and revellers for day one and day two. I’ll likely try to get more scenes from around the city as we near the finals.

In other news, the 2010 official song for the World Cup is growing on me.

When I get older, I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back

They’ll call me freedom. That line tugged at my heartstrings