Now: February 2010. The streets are closed to traffic. The Olympic rings are everywhere. Police horses are parked outside my living room window right now as I blog. Yahoo Sports has taken over the Mini dealer that I see everyday on my walk to work. Six broadcasters wearing CNN jackets walked in while Bernard and I were out for sushi yesterday. The torch has travelled 22,000km all around Canada, and is now 5km from home. I will be preparing eighty desserts for NBC every day for 13 days. Athlete’s wearing team outfits are everywhere. The city is living, breathing the Games.
Then: Summer of 2003. I was working at my internship, getting ready to leave on Semester at Sea that next month. We all gathered around the TV to watch the live broadcast. Fast forward to 2.20.
In the following 6 years, the city prepared. Our highway to Whistler was given a multi million dollar overhaul. Sports venues were built. A new company named VANOC (vancouver organizing committee), was created and quickly became a household name. Hundreds of thousands registered to volunteer. An athlete’s village popped up from barren wasteland. Mascots were created. Tickets went on sale. Banners went up. The torch was lit. Excitement went up. And all of a sudden, the torch is home. The games are here.