Memory is a strange thing, isn’t it? Perhaps a few days from now, I’ll forget the incident again. Or, maybe since I’m sharing the story, it will forever remain etched in my brain. Then again, maybe not.
The incident was nothing major, really. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment things that turned out to be kind of funny.
Annelies and I were walking along a street in the lakeside town of Hallstatt, Austria, when I noticed a group of Asian women taking photos of each other. It was a beautiful, but very touristy, town, and it was full of tourists.
Normally, I would offer to take their picture for them. This time, for some unknown reason, I decided to photobomb them instead. So I ran up and posed behind one of the women being photographed. The woman with the camera got a shocked look on her face and squealed loudly, laughing.
I started to apologize, but then the ladies were all saying “No, no. Thank you, thank you!” They were all laughing, motioning me to pose, as if I were photobombing them again. Even Annelies and I were laughing by then. These women were so happy to have been photobombed.
Later, the more I thought about it, the funnier it became. People around the world who don’t see a lot of Americans and only know us through movies, TV, and the media can have a distorted view of Americans. Imagine these women having read about weird habits of Americans, including photobombing. Then, they go one vacation, and are photobombed by a large American stranger. They probably went home and told everyone Americans really do randomly photobomb people. Look, it happened to them.
I wonder how many times my photo has been shown around their village.
“Look, look, um, American photobomber! In real life. In some little town on the edge of Austria. We weren’t even in their country and she photobombed us anyway! Crazy, rude American.”
I wish I had a copy of the picture.
Please recreate the photo at home with Mike so we have a better idea of what happened 😀
The photo at the end of your post is beautiful.
Thanks. We ate dinner on a restaurant patio and got to enjoy that vey pretty sunset.the food was good, too. Win-win for sure.
I love it! I learned a hard lesson when I was preparing the photos for my late husband’s memorial service. All of the photos were either just him or just me. Not very many with the both of us. However, I discovered that when I took a photo of him, he was always making a funny face in it or doing rabbit ears behind other people head. So, on my trip, when I see couples or families taking pictures, I always offer to take the picture for them. While I’m doing it, I tell them to take another one a with funny pose. Sometimes I have to convince them really hard but once they get going, everyone is laughing so hard. Laughter is the best memories to have!
Gina, it has become sort of a standing joke that I am always compelled to take photos for people. I don’t care if I get laughed at, it just seems like a nice thing to do. I’ll have to remember the funny pose idea!
+1 on the recreation of the historic event…
Love it!
+1 on recreating the event!
During some of my travels, locals have been so unused to seeing or interacting with foreigners (us white people), that they have asked to have pictures taken with me just for that reason. I’ve even heard stories of people being handed babies for pictures. 🙂
That’s funny!