Early last week Tristan and I decided that we would in fact head over to Vancouver and get a taste of the Olympic madness. We found out Christina Craft and her husband Cary were headed over at the same time, so at 4:30 monday morning the four of us met up and headed toward the ferries. Christina’s photos from the day are up on her blog. Over the next two days we did as much walking as possible. The city looked great and there was barely a soul not wearing Canadian olympic clothes. By the end of monday I thought my legs were going to fall off, but we still ran across half the city to find a screen that was playing Virtue and Moir’s gold medal skate (I knew they were going to win). We finally found it showing near Yaletown, and watched along with my sister in law and her boyfriend in a parking lot. I was so excited I barely noticed all the people behind us that were equally as thrilled. It was so much fun to be apart of the city during that time, and to be with a crowd as the skaters performed flawlessly. What a good decision it was to visit.

Sunday afternoon after Team Canada’s gold medal game, Tristan and I (along with plenty of others) filled the streets of downtown Victoria. It was an amazing experience to be apart of such a happy group of proud Canadians. I can imagine it was a small celebration compared to those in the big cities of this country, and it was wonderful to know that it wasn’t just Victoria. Cars were honking and people were screaming from coast to coast. One of our closest friends said she spend the afternoon with her head hanging out of the car window like a dog, screaming “sid the kid!” repeatedly. Such an experience. On top of all the excitement, we only had one camera between the two of us. This is another (good) experience in itself. Tristan’s shots to come on his blog soon. I will link to them so you can see what happened when I was left camera-less.