So.. once upon a time (let's say at the end of the 80s) there was a girl with a long bucket list. Going to see the Olympic games was part of that list. She wasn’t really interested in sports
It was the history of the games that she admired. The ancient custom of stopping battles, even during war, that she admired. Well.. she knew that was not happening anymore, but still, she always wanted to be part of history. The Olympic games had (in her mind) some of the magic of the ancient philosophers or something.