I had been looking forward to the Olympics. We were living in Tokyo, pregnant with our baby, applying for tickets, talking about the the joy of sharing the once in a lifetime experience the Olympics are. Then the pandemic came, the Olympics were postponed, we moved to Fukuoka, the pandemic took a turn for the worse and so now there are almost now spectators and even less excitement, at least from my part.
Watching the games on TV is all well, but I have done that from Sweden so many times and this time it feels like too much of a let down. The closest I have come to experience the Olympics in real life is reading about the Swedish team being here in Fukuoka getting ready for the competitions. I feel no buzz and had I not known that there is an Olympic games in Japan, I would not have noticed anything different I believe.
Just in time for the games to start, the humid heat came and now the days are 35 degrees Celsius and I hope the olympians stay hydrated. My olympic challenge is to make sure my wife and son are hydrating properly. Me and our baby has made a ritual of several times a day bringing water upstairs to our work-from-home-working mother and wife sitting in front of her computer. We remind her to drink, and our son happily looks at her taking the bottle he offers, poring water in her cup.
My son however has got a bit bored with drinking water and he had me a little worried for a while when I was trying and trying to offer him water that he took great pleasure in refusing and instead pouring it on the floor. Finally though, he started to get a taste for Rooibos tea, and so now he is combining sips of water with gulps of tea. As a bonus he has started to ask for a drink by himself when he is thirsty. Te, Swedish for tea, and va, his abbreviation for the Swedish word vatten, water, is now included in his growing list of vocabulary. Maybe we will learn skål, cheers, kampai, next when the gold medals starts to flow in!
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