“What are you doing?” I shouted out to the men in the oddly shaped skates holding on to their batons.
“We are skate skiing,” the answer came back. “Preparing for the cross-country skiing season, which is about to begin. Can’t wait.”
Glenn and his crew were whizzing up and down as Alfie and I were happily strolling along.
“You’re a Brit aren’t you?” The question came as they whooshed past us a third time. I acquiesced.
“You must think we Americans are crazy.”
I smiled. Generally, I am the one to be branded eccentric. The role reversal was quite refreshing.