Everyone's wearing Canada red. Finally we had the day to ourselves and then Jeff materialized from his travels to collect his bags. We walked the streets of Citta di Torino, thick with mobs of people to BC Canada House to maintain the Vancouver 2010 logo. The Canadian Curling team sat round the fireplace and Jeff snapped a shot. Here are Shannon Kleibrink and Amy Nixon, who gave me a wrist band for solidarity. I tried to sound in the know, saying my best friend was Sandra Schmirler's cousin, but they had their eyes on their own prize.
Handprints in the ice all around the logo, and the droves who stream past it want to have their photo taken with the Canadian Mountie. It's become quite an interactive focus for the house.
Today the Canadians are triumphant with LeBlanc Boucher a bronze medalist in short track. Yesterday skookum women's hockey, Canada vs The Swedes. A fast game, the Swedes hardly had the puck at all. We haven't seen much, other than that, sans tele. The Olympics is really a great big slick television show. HBC is ripping up with sales of their outfits ... everyone is wearing something with Canada written on it.
On Valentine's Day we walked into four restaurants with that hungry look on our faces. Each one the same question: Prenotazione? Then the shaking of the heads and out we go. It's not as simple as it used to be, we had this city to ourselves before the games began. Here is some kind of medals event in the piazza. Mobbed.
Since I don't have my camera, all my shots come from others, cell phones or digital cameras. I give them my email address and keep reminding them of their promise to send! Yesterday we played ball hockey with four guys from Sports Illustrated. They kept trying to morph me onto their team, at one point one guy said, "Where were you born?" Texas, I said, but I'm on Gordie's team. Then: this guy is really called Gordie? Pretty soon they could tell he's played a game or two in his life, and we made some goals together. They snapped our photo at the end and said it will be on the Sports Illustrated Olympics blog -- 15 million people. We'll just SEE if they send me the photo! By the way, they were pretty decent players for never having played ball hockey before??? Am I being too gullible? They're from Sports Illustrated!!! We had the 5 and 6 year old Italian players on our team and the score ended up being pretty even. Then we saw Margaret Huber, Console General from Milan crossing the piazza and we went out for a glass of wine together. She's preparing for the Governor General's visit.
Saw Museo Egizio (The Egyptian Museum) and what stayed with me were the large stone statues in the basement room, lit from above, peaceful, graceful . . as if meditating. The well-preserved remains of a person curled up in the fetal position from thousands of years ago. Even without the energy which sustained him, looked comfortable and familiar . . . and somehow still sleeping. How we wonder about those who came before us, who breathed, made love, got sick, dressed up, went shopping, cheirshed their children, fought and cried and laughed. Like the ice paintings in the chiesa, they have their moment. Now we are the ones who are alive.
Handprints in the ice all around the logo, and the droves who stream past it want to have their photo taken with the Canadian Mountie. It's become quite an interactive focus for the house.
Today the Canadians are triumphant with LeBlanc Boucher a bronze medalist in short track. Yesterday skookum women's hockey, Canada vs The Swedes. A fast game, the Swedes hardly had the puck at all. We haven't seen much, other than that, sans tele. The Olympics is really a great big slick television show. HBC is ripping up with sales of their outfits ... everyone is wearing something with Canada written on it.
On Valentine's Day we walked into four restaurants with that hungry look on our faces. Each one the same question: Prenotazione? Then the shaking of the heads and out we go. It's not as simple as it used to be, we had this city to ourselves before the games began. Here is some kind of medals event in the piazza. Mobbed.
Since I don't have my camera, all my shots come from others, cell phones or digital cameras. I give them my email address and keep reminding them of their promise to send! Yesterday we played ball hockey with four guys from Sports Illustrated. They kept trying to morph me onto their team, at one point one guy said, "Where were you born?" Texas, I said, but I'm on Gordie's team. Then: this guy is really called Gordie? Pretty soon they could tell he's played a game or two in his life, and we made some goals together. They snapped our photo at the end and said it will be on the Sports Illustrated Olympics blog -- 15 million people. We'll just SEE if they send me the photo! By the way, they were pretty decent players for never having played ball hockey before??? Am I being too gullible? They're from Sports Illustrated!!! We had the 5 and 6 year old Italian players on our team and the score ended up being pretty even. Then we saw Margaret Huber, Console General from Milan crossing the piazza and we went out for a glass of wine together. She's preparing for the Governor General's visit.
Saw Museo Egizio (The Egyptian Museum) and what stayed with me were the large stone statues in the basement room, lit from above, peaceful, graceful . . as if meditating. The well-preserved remains of a person curled up in the fetal position from thousands of years ago. Even without the energy which sustained him, looked comfortable and familiar . . . and somehow still sleeping. How we wonder about those who came before us, who breathed, made love, got sick, dressed up, went shopping, cheirshed their children, fought and cried and laughed. Like the ice paintings in the chiesa, they have their moment. Now we are the ones who are alive.
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