I have been waiting for this day for four years now. The day I left Vancouver, I started to wonder "Would I go to Sochi?" but I knew immediately the answer was yes.
The bigger questions were "What in the world is it going to be like to go deep into southern Russia for a decidedly non-North American Olympics? Will it be safe? Will it be cold? How the hell do you get there? What's the Black Sea look like? Will I allow vodka, outside of a bloody mary, to enter my body for the first time in 28 years?"
Well, sports fans, we are about to find out.
My route today takes me Lisbon to Paris to Moscow, and, God willing, to Sochi tomorrow.
That's right folks - The Southern Curler is back.
Spread the word.
Tchau Portugal.
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