I was fond of offering to take photos of couples or pairs of friends. I never like to have my photo taken, but it seemed most people enjoy some documentation of the people with whom they'd traveled or the place to which they'd been. When they got back home presumably they would want to convince friends and family that they had traveled with their friend, lover, sister, brother, that they had really been to such-and-such a place. What better way than a photo? they must think, I thought. While I was not sure I understood them correctly, I was fond of offering to help them.Mike and Charline were a couple from Arkansas, I later found out. They had been together for three years and were traveling to Barcelona, Paris, and London and had just begun their trip. I took a few takes of a photo of them in Parc Guell and only later found out that I rather disliked them (Charline had a high pitched voice and kept fixing her hair; Mike barely spoke a word and couldn't seem to smile).
I thought how I liked that mosaic but only from far away. Still, I was fond of offering to take photos.
