I spent a half hour sitting at Lake Louise soaking in the summer sun. I heard no English while I sat, yet I understood it all.
The world was gathered to have a look at Canada. Yes, this one spot was, to them, Canada.
And the tourists smiled, posed and re-posed. They traded cameras, communicating with universal hand gestures of trust asking and offering to take pictures of each other.
And then, just as we Canadians get goofy holding up the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Euros got goofy in our home and native land.
I sat and listened to the giggles and watched as everyone posed for pictures. Pictures that, most likely, will be the highlight of many tourists’ trip.
After all, it was them by a lake. By a glacier. In the mountains.