February 04, 2014 (Sochi, Russia) – After a long trip, I am in Sochi and my welcome upon arrival was kind and memorable. A person greeted me with my name neatly written on a sign. How nice is that?
When I reached Sochi’s Adler airport, I was met by the nicest, most cheerful volunteers to take me to my hotel. Clad in their striking uniforms, they were ebullient and spoke of how “…these were going to be great Games…even the best ever,” one remarked, who had a strong understanding of English.
I had only just arrived and I could feel a growing sense of comfort.
Yes, these were going to be the most expensive Games, Summer or Winter, in the history of the movement. The many new sport buildings are beautiful and striking, lit up at night, they are breathtaking.
Yes, I would be safe, I thought, inside Sochi’s aptly named Ring of Steel. There are more than 50,000 police, military and others on hand for the security of the Games.
We needed to talk less about our fears and just, perhaps, more about the drama and inspiration of sports. Despite, the very real-world problems and potentials, we are now guests of a nation that wants to put its best foot forward. Shouldn’t we be good guests, and try to enjoy the moment?
So much work has gone into these Games and the Russians are rightly proud to share this moment in time with the world.
As I drove into town today, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the shimmering Black Sea, the majestic ramparts of the Caucas Mountains in the distance covered with new snow, and the palm trees that lined this seaside resort. There is no snow in this maritime city, but up in the mountain cluster there is plenty.
I have been taken by the friendliness of the volunteers I have just met; taken by the sense of order I just witnessed. I’m here for 30 days, I’m ready to work, to mingle, to trade pins, and to meet new friends from around the world, and to see great athletes compete. I’m ready for some Olympic spirit, and I feel it here.