The opening was glorious, delectable morsels, good wine, and I felt homesick when they screened a ‘BC Moments’ sort of video after the speeches by officials from BC and Torino in English, French & Italian. Here's Gaby, Gianni, Nav and me, posing!



We met next to the yellow flags in the Piazza Valdo Fusi and saw Gabriella's very impressive exhibit, hugely supported from many sources, with fake ice cubes and scarves for sale in the gift shoppe. Admission at the door. Ice wine displayed. Guides. She walked us through, explaining many things about the once-nomadic aboriginal people of the north.

I’m at my desk in the large piano room at Soddu’s elegant apartment in Torino. Down the hall, Italian conversation, silverware clinking. The family is out for lunch until 4 pm. “Pronto” here doesn’t really mean fast, or ready, it means ‘now’ and we’ve just go to get used to it. Lack of internet access makes me feel like a drug addict; all I can think of is: how am I going to get my next online connection? 24 emails to press to send out tomorrow; appointments to keep; blog etc. BC House has internet, maybe they'll let me.