Mountain life coming to an end
Today marked my final day in the mountains of Italy. Tomorrow morning I get on the bus, then another bus, then a train to get back to Milan for the final few days of my Olympic journey. The mountains have been both amazing and amazingly frustrating. First and foremost, this area has to be the most beautiful place I have ever been. With the previous three Winter Olympics that I have been a part of, I never really felt like it was winter, even though the mountains outside Sochi, PyeongChang and Beijing provided snow. There is no question that there is snow here, particularly at the venues, which are some of the most historic places in World Cup action, as biathlon in Antholz and alpine in Cortina are regular occurrences. But as for the amazingly frustrating, I am obviously referring to the transportation and the long distances between venues. Riding five hours on a bus for a cross-country race is a bit much, but so is riding two hours to cover an alpine race or a curling match. But ...