Yesterday was mine and Brizzad’s one day off–but instead of hanging around Vancouver I jumped on board a ferry and went to Victoria to visit my aunt, uncle and their army of small people (ages 13, 11, 9, and 7). I’d forgotten how beautiful the island is; honestly, I could move to British Columbia tomorrow without a second thought. I got back late last night, tried (and failed) to wake up for the Man United/Everton match (and thank goodness I didn’t), then went to this afternoon’s surprisingly entertaining Switzerland/Norway game (undisputed highlight, apart from J-1s and Alana’s sign: Tore Vikingstad scoring a hat trick and someone throwing a set of viking horns onto the ice). Recharging for the next couple hours before going, voluntarily, to Germany/Belarus. Only at the Olympics, baby–only at the Olympics.
To the Island and Back Again