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Watching the Olympics from Barcelona.

Opening ceremonies, Milano

When my son was younger, we used to go up to Big White in Canada for what was known as winter break, which coincided with the Winter Olympic Games. A week in winter for a break from learning, as practiced by most school systems in the Northwest.

We would pack the car with food, gear, and an extra kid or two, as it’s always more fun with others, not just your family. My son, as an only child, enjoyed bringing a friend with him. Aa did I because they entertained each other.

In the early days, when he was 12 or 13, he was learning to snowboard on the mountain. His determination outweighed his body fat. Ultimately, we figured out how to stuff a small pillow on his ass, as he probably spent much of his time in this position on the snow.  As time wore on, his skills changed, and he became pretty adept at snowboarding, even attempting jumps and the half-pipe.

As Big White Resort is located

As Big White Resort is located a distance from any town, it’s important to be self-sufficient. There’s a small market there that sells fresh and frozen food, but even with the exchange rate, it gets pretty pricey.

Big White Resort

The food we brought with us, what we had cooked, and could eat for 3 or 4 days, and get pizza and burgers from the local takeout place. Awful diets, but lots of mandarin oranges and popcorn, too.

I would go out and possibly meet up with a friend to ski for a few hours. When tired, returning to the room, relaxing with a book for the remainder of the day on my own.

The apartments we rented were usually pretty well used, in somewhat disrepair.

In the small island town

In the small island town we lived in, approximately 100 other folks would be vacationing on the same mountain. The drive took the whole day, including catching what we called the red-eye ferry.

With stops along the way for coffee and the bathroom, we arrived around 6pm. We would see other known peeps on the road and wave, sometimes playing the driving game of leapfrog.

Switchbacks

Always with windshield wipers working overtime as the roads were slushy or snowy, depending on the moment, using tons of windshield wiper solution.

The Canadian government did a great job keeping the roads open and plowed. The areas we drove through were quite scenic, featuring snow-covered peaks and vast valleys planted with fruit trees. Was it a beautiful drive, though a bit tedious, as my son, when younger, was too young to share in the driving?

On our last trip

On our last trip, he drove the entire way. What an unnerving experience that was.

The great divide on the mountain was the accommodations. The rich folks had large 6-bedroom houses with 3 bathrooms. We habitually rented a one-bedroom apartment centrally located in the village, as it suited the two of us.

There is nothing like an active vacation with preteens. With hormones just activated, the smell from the socks and shoes was painful. The kids were always getting into snowball fights or playing video games. Everyone brought their Nintendo, too.

From an online source:



The average age of athletes at the 2026 Milano Cortina Winter Olympics varies by sport and national delegation, generally falling between 25 and 28 years old.

Historically, the mean age for Winter Olympic participants has stabilized around 26.1 years, with medalists often being slightly older, averaging roughly 26.3 years.

France: The delegation maintains an average age of 26 years.

USA: The entire roster has an average age of 28.30 years, its largest and one of its most veteran teams to date.

China: The team average is approximately 25 years.

The 2026 Games feature a vast age span, from 15-year-old Australian freestyle skier Indra Brown to 54-year-old veteran competitors.

The thing I remember vividly is watching the Olympic Games every night. The small studio apartment I rented was usually filled with hungry, smelly teenage boys. Our place was known as a hangout. I encouraged this as I preferred knowing where my son was.

Nightly gatherings to watch

Nightly gatherings to watch the Winter Olympics from afar sparked many conversations about sports and national pride. We were in Canada and not the USA. The ethos of sportsmanship is ingrained in all nationalities.

I have a deep love for ice skating, as when I was a teenager, I would skate for hours at a local rink. Not having much talent or ankles capable of supporting me, this was a short-lived predicament. But the beauty of the sport continued to follow me. Ice dancing, pairs, short programs, and more such labels do define the sport.

Now, twenty years later, living in Barcelona, I realized this year the Winter Olympics are in Milano, Italy, and we are in the same time zone.

In the past, I don’t think I ever watched the opening ceremony or the lighting of the Olympic Torch, but I did on Friday night at the beginning.

Outstanding performances

Wow. Outstanding performances by many famous singers, including Andrea Bocelli and Mariah Carey, pianist Lang, Italian rapper Ghali, plus a few Italians singers I didn’t know. With a cast of thousands of dancers and volunteers, the spectacle was truly a spectacle. The ginormous stage was lit in the shape of an elongated Fibonacci spiral, with gyrating lights and 4 entrances.  The dances performed ranged from truly modern to ballet to just having a good old time. The Italians are experts in these events.

Oversized paint tubes descended from the roof, almost touching the floor, followed by 5 symbolic Olympic rings that once light remained aloft for the entire event.

It was a night of discovery, a celebration of the world’s athletes.  It was a night with lots of talk about peace and harmony.

The current president


The current president of the Olympic Committee is Kris Coventry, from South Africa, who was the first female president of the Olympics and was a competitive swimmer. Her opening address touched on the whole olympic experience as a way of breaking down barriers.

Tonight I am watching the women’s freestyle skiing event. It’s genuinely astounding watching these young women twirl and spin in the air. So much hope amid the culmination of many years of work. The joy of competition with nerves tingling creates much magic. Win, lose, or fall out of the standings, what a celebración of harmony.

These athletes are the elites of the world. Tonight an old Italian woman set a world speed record on her 35th birthday and also as the oldest woman speed skater.


While athletes often peak between 20 and 30, “skill and endurance” sports (like curling or luge) often favor older, more experienced athletes, whereas “judged” sports (like figure skating) trend younger.

The oldest Winter Olympian in history is Sweden’s Carl August Kronlund, who won a silver in curling at age 58 in 1924.

As the different categories continue with these games, I hope you are able to catch a few different sports programs.

This spectacular will go on for a total of 2 weeks.  I hope to catch a few more events.



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On a cold clear day


On a cold, clear day, we boarded the 39 bus that would take us from our apartment to Plaza Uroquiona in 30 minutes. The 39 bus drives through Old Town Garcia with its variety of small stores, boutique hotels, and government offices. The end of the bus line is in front of one of our favorite coffee places, Citizen Coffee https://citizencafe.es/]

It’s a cold day. Our agenda is open, so we stop for a coffee.  Walking in, we see that the front couch is unoccupied, so that’s where we land. The waitress is young and from Argentina. At this restaurant, many of the staff are from all over Argentina. Maximo and our waitress struck up a conversation with the usual questions…Where are you from? How long have you lived here? Do you love Spain? Etc

After enjoying and finishing my decaf cappuccino, we sat and chatted a bit more. The wind has picked up, but there is no rain yet. The next bus up to the Juan Miro Foundation is the 55 bus. Luckily for us, it’s just a few steps away from Citizen Coffee.

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The Barcelona bus system

Barcelona’s bus kiosks usually have a paper schedule posted on the wall and/or an electronic display showing the approximate arrival times of buses at that station. It’s always delightful to realize the next bus is in 8 minutes, as it’s cold and the wind is whipping by.

A rather large woman from Cuba sitting next to me, speaking to Maximo about how much better life is here in Spain. Then she turns to me and asks where I’m from. I respond in Spanish with “It’s complicated,” as I have learned to say that I was born near New York City. This makes everyone happy as they know where it is and the reputation of New Yorkers.

Today is another day for conventional bus dialogs. She continues on talking about her family and daughters.  Maximo is enjoying the dialogue.  My teeth are chattering, but I see the bus.  We signal for it to stop and get on in the middle section of the bus. Our routine is that I get the seats, and Maximo pays for the bus.

Now we have an hour ride

Now we have an hour ride up to Parc de Montjuïc. Maximo puts his arm around me, and I lean into him and fall asleep.
What seems like minutes later, I wake up, and we are three stops away. I feel refreshed.

Parc de Montjuïc is a small hill in Barcelona where the Olympic Stadium is located, and a few other large open areas. The view of Barcelona from the top is breathtaking on a clear sunny day. Today is overcast and cloudy, but the vista is still impressive.

Our stop. In front of the foundation building.  It’s a white rectangular concrete building perched on the vista, as we can see through the two sets of glass doors. There is a Miro sculpture in the shallow reflecting pool. Stunning!

We had purchased our tickets

We had purchased our tickets online, after stashing our coats, scarves, bags, and backpacks in the free locker, we were ready to see the exhibition entitled Miro in the United States.

This show comprises both sculptures, paintings, and etchings from the 1930s to the 1950s. It’s all about the influence of Miró’s playful style on many different artists, collectors, and curators in the United States, well, really mostly New York. It’s as if he has permission for many artist to be playful in their works.

For me, it was eye-opening to learn how many women artists he influenced, whom I had never heard of or seen their work in the United States.  In particular, Henrietta Myers, who studied at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, married fellow artist Earle Miller. She changed her name to Peter Miller as she knew it wasnt possible for a woman to have gallery representation possible. And this was in 1940.

There were a few other art surprises.

There were a few other art surprises, too. Artists whose works I was not familiar with. Maximo just wandered the space. Looking at the work he liked. He enjoyed some of the work, but most left him blank.

The space itself is composed of a few rectangular halls, juxtaposed and bisected by others. Most walls are painted white, but a few are infused with the intense colors of large paintings or even textiles.

Overall, the foundation is a great space to learn more about Joan Miró and his place in the art world, and it has an inviting gift shop and a lovely indoor/outdoor restaurant where coffee is served in intense yellow cups.

But if course I visited the gift shop

But of course, I visited the gift shop and bought a pair of earrings by a Barcelona artist. They had umbrellas on sale, so I got a hot pink one for Maximo and an orange one for me. Umbrellas get blown out on the streets of Barcelona by strong winds.

All in all, it was a good day. As we waited for the bus, a mother and two young boys showed up. The boys insisted on clanging their tree branch sticks on the poles of the bus kiosk. The mother tried her best to get them to stop, as the sound was annoying to most of the waiting passengers. She was not successful. 

The two boys were so proud of the music they were making. Luckily for us, the bus arrived shortly, and we all boarded. The mother and her sons sat in the first seats, and we sat in the middle of the bus. Grateful for the seats, as we had an hour-long ride back to Plaza Uroquionana.

As we went through the sections

As we went through the sections of the city we had not visited before, I was able to connect various segments of the city. Barcelona is a small city with a dense population.

This city always presents an adventure wherever you go on the bus, on the metro or walking. As unexpected things tend to happen when you least expect them.

Have a coffee with a friend, tell your partner you love them. Be kind to people you don’t know. But most of all, be kind to yourself.  Breathe.

Yellow coffee cups at Miro Foundacion

Additional photos from Joan Miro Fundació

Mercury Fountain Memorial

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