I'm back on American soil (I got home late last night, after what seemed like a thousand hour flight). After seeing a girl in a skanky pink halter-top and furry cowboy hat, hovering over a massive plate of cheese fries in the Atlanta airport, I knew I was home.

The final few days in Torino went by in a blur: finishing our work, packing-up, shopping, celebrating, and all that kind of stuff. I snapped a ton of photos over the past few days, but this photo below really closes out my Torino Olympic coverage.



The Hearst team took a quick break over the weekend to get a team photo in downtown - not an easy feat when there was a dirty French clown performing magic tricks twenty meters feet away. It was the final shot in our Olympics Zone program that we fed out to the affiliates - later, we tore down our work station like a pack of wild leopards feasting on a wounded gazelle.

I had a swell time in Italy, and I made some rad new friends. Also, I got enough footage for the awesome retrospective video, that I'm chopping together on my laptop this evening (after watching Lost!).

Stay tuned and thanks for coming along for the ride.