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Ya, about that sunshine

I'm certain many of you have read stories about the beautiful weather we're having out here! Um, ya, I would say this is probably the warmest destination for a winter Olympics, though part of me is wondering why people are so puzzled.

I've always known Vancouver as the 'warm part' of Canada, a place where rain pelts down but snow rarely does.

And so while I get the agast-ness of Whistler not being cold and frigid and filled with snow, I'm wondering why there wasn't some hesitation with Cypress Mountain, which is not far from Vancouver and whether or not it was the best selection for events that need snow.

Let's face it - I'm learning the Olympics live are about many amazing things and those things also include walking long distances and waiting in line. I would say both of these activities are exciting in their own way, mostly because they help you soak up the anticipation of the events and the atmosphere.

However, they would NOT be enjoyable if we were in minus temperatures. I WOULD NOT be venturing out if it was snowing everywhere. The Olympic Games live would actually feel similar to the Olympics Games Anywhere else - staying inside to catch all the action.

So, while I know we need the snow for the events, I can't say I'm going to complain about the great weather we're having. Because it's actually contributing to a much better Olympic experience.

And for me, that's what it's all about.

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