say it slow.
oak. anna. duh. (pause) think about it (pause) and (pause) there you go.
round about the time of the last olympics, we were honeymooning in whistler. the same little village they keep showing glimpses of on nbc – that was our stomping ground for four beautiful days. we hiked “the locals’ route” which turned out to be a 5 hour excursion in which i almost died from the malicious sting of an evil canadian bee. besides that bee, i loved canada.
i loved the australian receptionist at our hotel, right in the heart of whistler village. i loved walking to breakfast at the beet root cafe, walking to lunch and dinner at any number of charming restaurants which could have been all over the world if they weren’t where we were in whistler (say that one out loud). indian one night, french the next. mongolian somewhere in between. top it off with the most perfect crepe breakfast served by an authentically adorable french waitress and i just might buy a one-way ticket back there tomorrow.
i think that’s all i need for happiness. streets to walk and food to keep me motivated and someone to make sure i’m awake for the best parts of the games. the mountains and cordial international community were also lovely. this week as i fall asleep on the couch trying to stay awake for these olympics, i’ll be heading back to whistler. only wake me if ohno is racing. i like to yell his name at the tv with varying inflections.
ohnoooo . . .
oh canada. we’ll be back soon.