Made it to the venue.
Not even a bit of wind, the sun was trying to pierce the clouds, 4C. I grabbed a hot chocolate and went to find a spot.
It was really cool, not only was it so impromptu, but in another life I was an avid cross-country skier, it reminded me of my former backyard... the Laurentians, north of Montreal.
Valentino is himself an very accomplished athlete.
The park was great, my photography... just so so.
A closer look at the rings.
And man the Norwegians were loud! Ahum! Or so they think. Eh, just wait till Canada wins Gold at the Men’s Hockey, I’ll give you loud!
This guy (the Norwegian psychologist), deserves another shot.
Having just a point and shoot camera, it was really tough to take decent action shot.
The athletes were coming in so fast...
Camera for the photo finish.
In the end the medals went to
Gold Sweden Silver Estonia Bronze Norway
I told Valentino not to get into the ski bunny thing again.
One thing for sure is that all that skiing made me hungry, so back on the bus we went.
And we were on our way.
All that skiing made me hungry (or did I say that already) and it was time to find a sammich, and see if the Whistler village was awake.
In case you guys are falling a sleep reading this.
Ahhhhhh! profound realization, this is where we are.
On the subject of sleeping, the village was waking up.
A little more over here.
Found me a meat sammich.
The band was warming up.
Jeez its the Norwegian invasion.
So I did a bit of shopping, something for Jackie.
Time to head back, see how the Olympic spirit is holding up in Vancouver.