O Canada

This Christmas I got to spend 2 fabulous weeks at home. I made the most of my time there - hanging out with my family, day trips to visit my super-duper friends, reading, hot-tubbing, drinking gallons of eggnog (mmm)... It was brilliant.

On one of those oh-so-laid-back days, Mom and I wandered on down to the main street to catch a glimpse of the Olympic Torch as it ran through town. We weren't the only ones! Lots of people braved the cold to see it pass on by:

First we waited. Then we watched as about 35 cars passed on by marking the coming of this well-known object.

Phew, 45,000 km... that's quite a run!

We did manage to stand on the right side of the street though. Right infront of us was a group of kids, as the man walking down the street handing out flags to the youngins passed us by - Mom embraced her inner child and asked for one too:

Yippee!

Now I'm not going to say that the Torch was a junior burger... it was a pretty neat experience. You just couldn't blink, or you'd miss it. It was over SO fast. Well, he was running...

Short and sweet. With a very spiffy uniform to boot.

Sandy