Let the Olympic Spirit Burn On

With the Olympics this close to us, we had to go and take a peak at it. There was much to see and do, even though we did not have tickets to any events. We got caught in the crowd going to the men's hockey game, and felt the excitement without even placing a foot in the stadium. One volunteer called out to the boys how lucky they were that mom was taking them to a hockey game. Little did she know that we were just on our way to visit "Ontario Place", where we saw a cool 4D movie about that province, for free.

The Olympic Village is across from False Creek, and the shore was adorned for miles with cairns. Pretty neat sight.

Our Olympic visit would not be complete without seeing the Olympic cauldron. It's site has been cornered off with an unsightly chain link fence. Due to many complaints from the public, they opened up a ramp to a platform for better viewing.

To get to this newly opened platform though, one had to endure a little line.

We found creative ways to pass our time while in line.

And soon we had an unobstructed view of the glorious Olympic cauldron. The boys rated the view only 5% better and not worth the wait, but you be the judge.

The whole city was adorned and dressed up for the occasion. People and buildings alike, showing support for their team. It so reminded me of Brazil during the world cup. Everyone and everything sporting the colors of their country and cheering for the athletes. I love it!

These eagles were displayed in almost every corner, showcasing various artists and painted in different themes.

How cool is this billboard?

These mittens are the hottest souvenirs around. They were hoping to sell 1 million; there are now 3 million of warm hands walking around town.

With these kinds of crowds, you would think we spent hours at the border and hours sitting in traffic. To my shock, there was absolutely no border wait, in fact, I was able to choose which of the 10 open and empty booth's I would go to. Traffic was light both ways, as a matter of fact, we made it from downtown Vancouver to downtown Bellingham in a little over an hour. That's better then any regular non Olympic game day. Go figure! But somehow the crowds found their way to Vancouver, just take a look. And here ends our Olympic experience.