Yesterday, as we were walking back to the cable car for the ride down, we crossed paths with an older couple. The man was pointing at us and speaking in German (which we couldn’t understand). He was insistent, in a friendly way. Finally, he pointed at my hand, then held up his to show he was holding his wife’s hand. John and I clasped hands, we all laughed, and all was good. We don’t hold hands as much as we used to, but we will remember that sweet couple and reach for each other’s hand more often.