I will say it right here, I LOVE the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. Summer, winter, it doesn’t matter – bring it all on. I love to see the national clothing, the dancing, the singing, the athletes walking in the parade with their cameras and their million dollar smiles, it’s all amazing. What I love most is the pride the host country brings to the celebration.
Canada did not disappoint. I’ll admit, I think of our neighbors to the north as laid back, country cousins. They know how to make beer and play hockey, but celebrations? Not so much.
Last night, they proved me wrong. I got goose bumps when the snow boarder came shushing down the mountain and through a lit-up maple leaf. I was amazed at the costumes the first nations people wore and the dances they performed. I fell in love with Shane Koyczan and I’m rethinking my fear of poetry. I am planning a trip to Newfoundland to find myself some punk-rock fiddlers with bad-ass tap shoes. I teared up when k.d. lang’s voice soared out over the stadium.
It was all beautiful, and very, very Canadian. You are more, my friends, you are.