I have to admit I've never been much of an Olympic Games fan. I guess as Mexico has never really played a prominent role in this event over the course of the years (except when historically hosting the games 10 days after a tragic massacre) we never really grew up with the fever and the hype people in other countries experience when they comes along.
I remember living in France during the pitching campaign to host the 2012 games. Paris was covered all over with images of the Paris 2012 logo and even the Eiffel Tower had been dressed up for the occasion. Not interested even back then.
Then they announced that London had been chosen as host city and I remember everyone around me walking around in gloom. Internally I was thinking "Who cares? It's London, yawn, and after all, it's only the Olympic Games. It's not like it's the World Cup or anything"....
... fast forward 7 years later and I have to admit this event is sort of starting to grow on me with all the excitement and the buzz going around.
It first started when I was put on the "games crisis management committee" at work months ago. The purpose of the committee was to work on how best to prepare our company in the events of a terrorist attack or a city lock-down during the games but indirectly this led me to being kept up to date with every development of the Olympic committee preparations. We knew where the torch would be traveling each day, which sites would be hosting which events, which countries would be arriving when and where....
Then there was the morning I came in to the office just in time to watch my whole department go downstairs to watch the torch relay run past our building. I wasn't particularly in the mood of standing in the hot blazing sun just waiting so told my colleagues to go and I'd hold the fort and stay behind. When they came back and showed me the pictures, I was glad I had stayed (indeed, too much people, too much sun, very little torch sighting) but the excitement had started to rub off on me and I have to admit I slightly regretted I hadn't captured that moment (after all it is historic in a sense) on my mobile phone too.
A few days later, a girl in my office managed to sign up to the games ticket shop and be eligible to buy tickets to the female football match between Brazil and Great Britain. She asked if anyone was interested in going with her. I figured, hey, it was football after all, I'd be going to the majestic Wembley Stadium, it would probably be fun as it'd be the home team playing, so what tha heck. I raised my hand.
The day before the ceremony commenced, I succumbed and bought a pair of "Team GB" loggoed sweat pants (they are designed by Stella McCartney after all).
And then last night our 6th floor east London apartment view gave us front row seats to the fireworks display after the Opening Ceremony:
Perhaps these games might turn out to be fun after all.
Fned.
I remember living in France during the pitching campaign to host the 2012 games. Paris was covered all over with images of the Paris 2012 logo and even the Eiffel Tower had been dressed up for the occasion. Not interested even back then.
Then they announced that London had been chosen as host city and I remember everyone around me walking around in gloom. Internally I was thinking "Who cares? It's London, yawn, and after all, it's only the Olympic Games. It's not like it's the World Cup or anything"....
... fast forward 7 years later and I have to admit this event is sort of starting to grow on me with all the excitement and the buzz going around.
It first started when I was put on the "games crisis management committee" at work months ago. The purpose of the committee was to work on how best to prepare our company in the events of a terrorist attack or a city lock-down during the games but indirectly this led me to being kept up to date with every development of the Olympic committee preparations. We knew where the torch would be traveling each day, which sites would be hosting which events, which countries would be arriving when and where....
Then there was the morning I came in to the office just in time to watch my whole department go downstairs to watch the torch relay run past our building. I wasn't particularly in the mood of standing in the hot blazing sun just waiting so told my colleagues to go and I'd hold the fort and stay behind. When they came back and showed me the pictures, I was glad I had stayed (indeed, too much people, too much sun, very little torch sighting) but the excitement had started to rub off on me and I have to admit I slightly regretted I hadn't captured that moment (after all it is historic in a sense) on my mobile phone too.
A few days later, a girl in my office managed to sign up to the games ticket shop and be eligible to buy tickets to the female football match between Brazil and Great Britain. She asked if anyone was interested in going with her. I figured, hey, it was football after all, I'd be going to the majestic Wembley Stadium, it would probably be fun as it'd be the home team playing, so what tha heck. I raised my hand.
The day before the ceremony commenced, I succumbed and bought a pair of "Team GB" loggoed sweat pants (they are designed by Stella McCartney after all).
And then last night our 6th floor east London apartment view gave us front row seats to the fireworks display after the Opening Ceremony:
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| View of the Olympic Stadium from our apartment. Photo by Hubby |
Perhaps these games might turn out to be fun after all.
Fned.
2 comments:
So that's what you were doing last night! What a great way to see the opening of the whole shebang - right from your apt.! Glad for you and I guess now, you'll be more in touch with it than ever, for the first week at least!
I was watching it with a friend who lives in Shad Thames. We were trying to figure out if we had enough time to run down to the bottom floor of her building to watch the torch + Beckham fly past, but the actual ceremony won out. It was pretty cool, though!
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