Last night and again this morning, Ryan and I had the opportunity to witness the Olympic Flame for the first time in 22 years.
The last time we saw it in person was during the 1988 Calgary Olympic Torch Relay. I was out in Eastern Ontario (where I grew up) and Ryan was in Cambridge. We spotted a couple of 1988 torch bearers at last night’s festivities.
We first spotted the torch on its way down Duke Street, again over on King and then went to the event at City Hall where there were musical performances celebrating the temporary home of the flame for the night.
This morning, we got up early to see the torch off with the sights and sounds of Aboriginal drums, singing, and dancing.
The torch was then lit again and it took off out of town. I ran alongside of it for 1km, taking in the experience.
It was a great sight to see and I’m happy that I was able to see this wonderful symbol not once, but twice. Hopefully, it will come around again in my lifetime.
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