So, yes, the Games are well over, and so is my silence. I put this blog on hold while looking after a training venue for the 2012 Summer Games. The Olympics and Paralympics are just another source of that kick which gets me to ignore what…
So, yes, the Games are well over, and so is my silence. I put this blog on hold while looking after a training venue for the 2012 Summer Games. The Olympics and Paralympics are just another source of that kick which gets me to ignore what…
Working from a sport event to another is fun: no doubt about that. Then there are the “nitty gritty” and other details that one runs into, whether in the planning or operational phases, which, sometimes, get on the nerves. There is a simple reason for…
So, what is all the fuss about this famous game? Even Perez Hilton is talking about it (!). Not that following a trend or the majority has always proved it was a good idea, it just seems that the writing and the content of the show are…
The little frog has taken a huge leap, crossed the Atlantic pond and arrived in the land of Shakespeare, all in one piece. The blogging hiatus was necessary, and very welcome, to all the personal and professional logistics required for the move. There is no…
Sure, the news could drag my spirit down, or the weather, a rugby game cancelled, Rome bailing out of the 2020 Olympic bid, remembering Nodar Kumaritashvili two years ago in Whistler. And the list goes on… until I decide to stop it and steer my spirit for good (if…
Where to start? The street around Times Square already look like nothing happened a few days ago, some countries have agreed to give an extra day off away after partying harder on a weekend, and the Dakar (the one on land, not the flying one) has started off…
Yes, it is that time of the year AGAIN for World Aids Day. A friend of mine works at UNAIDS and he is super busy this week (and other weeks too, mind you). Sex in the city is happening in Paris, Miss HIV is screened in New York, Cape Town celebrates…
Paris, May 2011, average of 26°C for the past week, plenty of tourists looking lost at the Champ de Mars metro station: I help them, in English, Spanish and sometimes French, and it amuses me. I am home, working, living, breathing and walking, or using…