Alright, I put my hands up. I am a little bit excited about the Olympics. Just a little. I still hold to my previous rants about these games. However, the past 5 days I’ve been all over central London only to be bombarded by the city in all its Olympic glory.
It is a great year for the Brits but also for me apparently. I just finished hosting a good friend from university (Lindsay) who spent Friday-Monday in London. She is the 4th of friends from home that I’ve seen this year, and the 3rd that has taken up temporary residence in our spare room.
We leave for Canada in a few weeks and after we return I have another good friend I worked with making her way to Italy then England for a week with her husband. We finish off the visits closer to the end of the year. In October we will be hosting Shawn (and his partner – Hey Adam!), another university friend. He is the one who encouraged me to start this blog and he is the one who hosted me when I went to Japan.
After dropping Lindsay at the airport Monday I met up with a local friend and did a bit of walking around central but the main reason for getting together was to see the torch. It was passing by right outside our flat. Once gathered a few steps from my front door there was a lot of anticipation and false screams/yells but when it finally passed it was pretty amazing to see.
So while I am not fully converted to supporting the games and I am nowhere near having Olympic fever I am a little less cynical about them and a little more excited to see it unfold.