Seriously. Well before I explain, I better explain that my roommate Bridgette actually does have a real job working as a nurse in a neuro ICU and so often has days off, that's why she's on these adventures with me. I'm on 'em because as you'll remember, I don't have a job. So anyway, we drove up to Vancouver this morning to bask in the warm glow of Olympic light. After a quick border crossing with a surly guard (why does your car have arizona plates if you say you're from seattle? well canadian friend, the 'united' part of usa means we can kind of drive around down there with reckless abandon/don't worry about it.) we were on to Vancouver, home of the 2010 Winter Olympics! I haven't been to a games since 2002 when I was a cute-as-a-button volunteer. I was anxious to once again feel that excitement of a global event, drop in my Irish buddies at the Irish House, and maybe spot some dish delish Norwegians headed up to watch the biathlon. Unfortunately, apparently the Olympics are somewhere else. Vancouver, BC right? Like the one on the left side of Canada? Maybe? Anyone? Guess not. For real.
We couldn't find anything to see or do or see or do. Here's a line for 45 minutes to get into the store to buy stuff that says "Canada" on it.
We also spotted a 7 hour line to look at the medals housed in the Royal Canadian Mint, and an hourish long line to get into a museum hosting these events.
But let's be honest, a Sasquatch Prom AND Sophisticated Cavemen! That'd totally be worth it! So after two hours and a decision to not spork over $80 to see Switzerland fight Belarus in hockey, we jetted out of town to visit Squishee. I mean Squamish.
Squishee is on the Sea to Sky highway that runs along the BC coast up to Whistler and is super popular with climbers. I know about it since my friend Matt climbs at Squishee all the time. Here we saw some Olympics! We don't have a tv per se so these were the first bits of Oly action I got to see . . . including those hot argyle pants the Norwegian curling team is sporting. Hi-ya Norge!
Oh but seriously, the only souvenir we could find was this spork. Really.
Well, a spork, and some postcards at the duty free shop at the border (couldn't find 'em in Undercouver) and well, a square of paper with some duty free Acqua di Gio spritzed on it (
best cologne ever, thanks canada!). However, BC stands for Beautiful Country so although the Olympics weren't there, the visual bang for the buck definitely was.
Seriously. Well before I explain, I better explain that my roommate Bridgette actually does have a real job working as a nurse in a neuro ICU and so often has days off, that's why she's on these adventures with me. I'm on 'em because as you'll remember, I don't have a job. So anyway, we drove up to Vancouver this morning to bask in the warm glow of Olympic light. After a quick border crossing with a surly guard (why does your car have arizona plates if you say you're from seattle? well canadian friend, the 'united' part of usa means we can kind of drive around down there with reckless abandon/don't worry about it.) we were on to Vancouver, home of the 2010 Winter Olympics! I haven't been to a games since 2002 when I was a cute-as-a-button volunteer. I was anxious to once again feel that excitement of a global event, drop in my Irish buddies at the Irish House, and maybe spot some dish delish Norwegians headed up to watch the biathlon. Unfortunately, apparently the Olympics are somewhere else. Vancouver, BC right? Like the one on the left side of Canada? Maybe? Anyone? Guess not. For real.
We couldn't find anything to see or do or see or do. Here's a line for 45 minutes to get into the store to buy stuff that says "Canada" on it. 
We also spotted a 7 hour line to look at the medals housed in the Royal Canadian Mint, and an hourish long line to get into a museum hosting these events.
But let's be honest, a Sasquatch Prom AND Sophisticated Cavemen! That'd totally be worth it! So after two hours and a decision to not spork over $80 to see Switzerland fight Belarus in hockey, we jetted out of town to visit Squishee. I mean Squamish. 
Squishee is on the Sea to Sky highway that runs along the BC coast up to Whistler and is super popular with climbers. I know about it since my friend Matt climbs at Squishee all the time. Here we saw some Olympics! We don't have a tv per se so these were the first bits of Oly action I got to see . . . including those hot argyle pants the Norwegian curling team is sporting. Hi-ya Norge! 
Oh but seriously, the only souvenir we could find was this spork. Really.
Well, a spork, and some postcards at the duty free shop at the border (couldn't find 'em in Undercouver) and well, a square of paper with some duty free Acqua di Gio spritzed on it (best cologne ever, thanks canada!). However, BC stands for Beautiful Country so although the Olympics weren't there, the visual bang for the buck definitely was.
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