I’m back home after having a wonderful time in London. Boy, was it fun.
* It wasn’t traumatic for us that Silas didn’t win a medal, and I don’t think it was traumatic for him. Sure, he was disappointed, but not devastated. He’s experienced the agony of defeat, believe me. This wasn’t it. His dream was to make the Olympics, and he succeeded. (It helped that he rowed really well the last two days.)
* It really was wonderful for him (and us) to feel that tons of people were cheering for him. (If you sent him a message and didn’t get a response, it’s because he was hearing from so many.)
* The Brits we encountered seemed to be extremely proud to be hosting the Olympics and positively patriotic when it came to winning medals. They acted positively American!
* From everything I saw, the games are very well organized. The underground worked flawlessly, better than it does normally. (They must have put every last train on the tracks.) It wasn’t crowded. The buses and trains were lined up and there was no waiting.
* The weather was wonderful the first week. And London is a great place in all weathers!