We beat Great Britain on Thursday to win our group and matched up with Brasil to advance to the quarters. This year, the bottom 8 (everyone not in the quarterfinals) goes home. Tournament is over for them. We won that game today and match up with the hometown Spanish team on Monday. Tough draw but exciting beyond words. Eventually someone will have to beat the home team. Why not us? Can't ask for more than that. It'll be a great game. Can't wait.
There are moments in sport that are easy to remember because they were spectacular, or they were sad, or they were inspiring. The Olympics is full of those moments and they don't always have to do with competition. I will always remember watching the opening ceremonies of the 1992 Olympics. The moment that the archer lit the Olympic cauldron will always stick with me. Such a simple yet truly spectacular moment.
Walking around the venues here with a little time to kill between games is an incredible journey through that unique time every 4 years when the world stops for three weeks to watch, celebrate and enjoy sport, competition and inspiration through superhuman feats of athleticism and determination.
It's been hot so it's nice to get out and move a bit rather than sitting in the sun, baking from the inside out. Follow my wanderings with the pictures below.
Thumbs up for history, strength, courage and inspiration.
Photo 1: the Olympic cauldron.
Photo 2: Monjuic pool where diving is going on, ideal vistas of Barcelona. Seriously, La Sagrada Familia off in the distance. That one will get its own post some day soon.
Photo 3: mural celebrating the winner of the Olympic marathon in 1992. He is Korean and I remember being so proud to have witnessed that moment live and to relive that moment here.
Photo 4: the team taking time to enjoy the beautiful pool.
Photo 5: the fan favorite at the polo venue. Anything to beat the heat.
