Today is the day. The start of the Olympics. I am an Olympics junkie. I will watch more t.v. in the next 2 weeks than I have in the last two years and it all starts tonight. From the opening to closing ceremony I will bathe in it all, human interest stories, cultural information, political debate, competition of all sorts, even the commercials; I am all about it. I think it speaks to the eternal optimist in me, to my deep down belief in utopia. China called it with their slogan, One World, One Dream. It is the closest we get to celebration and peaceful exchange of more people from more countries in one place in such a concentrated period of time. And it is being hosted in China. I have a love affair with the far east and China is the mother of it all.
Seven years ago I swore I would be there basking in the splendor of it all, but I am not. Two years ago I thought for sure I would be very close to being there at this time because our plans for a family were going to take us there roughly around now. I had given up on the games and ceremonies but being there during this pivotal and historical moment for China was enough. Now our money, our hopes, and dreams are in China but we are not. So I plan to live vicariously watching everything 12 hours after it happened tonight and every night for the next two weeks on the tube.
The opening ceremonies are uber important to me. I can't wait to witness the splendor of Chinese culture artistically represented as China lays out seven years of hard work and preparations. I can't wait to witness the elegant details, from the traditional to the modern. I am excited and proud as I will be eternally linked to this country. Instead of recovering from a night of splendor in Beijing I am just gearing up to get started. I am ok with it, I just wish I had my baby here to watch her country as it dances, for better or worse, in the world spotlight.
More to come...
