I can't work. Can't sleep. Can't eat.
I just want to be involved in the wonder that is the Olympics.
The torch arrived in Vancouver last night, 105 days after arriving in our country; 103 days after I carried it with pride in Sandspit.
We staged our spot along the route in hopes of seeing the flame and one of its famous bearers, crooner Michael Bublé.
We were not disappointed.
First, to get the crowd going, the Coca-Cola trucks drove buy. It was fun on four wheels.
Then, we saw him (and chased him) Michael Buble! With the same flame of fire on his torch that I had on mine 103 days ago. Wow.
The crowd went wild. We ran his leg of the relay alongside then watched him graciously hand off the flame (he's the one on the left) to another lucky torchbearer who ran into Live City (two blocks from our home) and lit a min-cauldron in front of thousands of cheering fans, thousands of waving maple leafs, and a spectacular laser and fireworks display.
The Olympics have arrived folks.
And I am ever so glad to be right in the middle of it all.
The city has never been more alive.
And I have never felt more proud to be Canadian.
