It’s Friday night which means no one will read this.
I’ve been doing things other than blogging which means no one will read this.
I’m still gonna write it.
Vancouver’s been a pretty crazy experience, as I think you all know because I’m sure you watched at least five minutes of that little party they call the Olympics. I had hoped to blog about that while it was happening but I apparently didn’t. Someone forgot to tell me that being in Vancouver during the Winter Olympics was not just a totally incredible experience, but that it’s something you could potentially share with your friends if you took five minutes to write about it and share your photos.
I didn’t get to an event. I took picture of people and I rode buses with foreigners and I sat in bars with wide-eyed visitors who spent hours and money and travel on a chance to surround themselves with one of the world’s most unique and incredible two-week parties.
Check out photos here.
If I had to sum up the Olympics in Canada, I’d say that it was truly inspirational to watch a nation rally around their athletes the way this one did.
Granted, that came with some very unique representations of their national spirit, be it a somewhat home-grown approach to reporting or a mid-Olympics sense of nervousness around their athlete’s success…but when they won their first Gold Medal on Canadian soil and continued winning Golds, this party was off to the races.
The hockey game was something I’ll write about separately. That was NUTS.
Really, though…Vancouver was a tourist destination for two weeks and as such was filled with such nice people and such raging fun that I started to forget that it wasn’t like this all the time. There were a few snafu’s; demonstrators tangling with police, long lines at bars and stores, and my commute definitely became more of a pain, but all in all I feel privileged to have been in town for the whole thing.