B was short and blonde and curvy. I was tall and thin with long hair in two braids and cheekbones that could cut glass.
The night of the opening ceremonies, all the participants made a parade, and as B and I stood watching, cheering, laughing with the rest of the commoners, two of the passing athletes waved to us, swooped their arms to invite us into the parade. B and I looked at each other with eyes and mouths wide.
A man next to us said, "Aw, go on!"
We ran, laughing, to catch up to the young men and we all trooped along through the village back to the lodge and a reception. "Our" two young men . . . tall light-brown-haired Esa from Finland, dark and muscular Wolfgang from the Austrian team, were downhill skiers . . . they would compete the next morning.
Wolfgang was quite charming.
"Do you know what my last name means in English?"
I shook my head.
"It means kiss hunter!"
We felt like Cinderellas at the ball.
Image from wikipedia
We never did quite know if we'd seen Esa or Wolfgang in action, but it didn't matter.
We talk about it now and can't believe that that was us!