I love this place. I love the fact that total strangers will walk right up to you and ask if you like their country. And they'll smile when you say, "yes."
I love the grill-your-own barbecue at the press center.
I love the Olympic volunteers who are never without a smile and politely direct you to far-flung arenas.
I love the trains because, unlike the Olympic buses, they don't get lost.
I love the chicken noodle soup at the Vietnamese Noodle Bar, which lies at the edge of a great Chinatown.
I love the kid in the beach dress who flew during the opening ceremonies, which, by the way, lasted longer than my first marriage.
I love Sydney.