we didn't even have to watch the men's handball preliminary competition between Iceland and France. all i ever wanted was to get inside the Olympic park and marvel at the contour of the aquatic center. we were there during its busiest weekend hence not finding a bench for chow. i could capture the spirit of the games within the confines of the park. we skipped the second match between Hungary and Spain, it was late and i missed our tiny tot.
bench kindly enlightened me that it took her three months post childbirth before going out on a date with her hubby. it took me only less than three weeks to leave baby girl for a few hours with grandma. it's the Olympics and i was definitely aware of the significance. now i'm with her almost every minute of the hour. still trying to write and understand more than ever the spirit of patriotism and jingoism and with a confounding query, are gold medals worth more than silver and bronze combined?
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