We walked along the ridge of the Rigi, winding through a ski course and down to the lakefront. There was no church. We proclaimed ourselves lost.

After conferring for a few minutes, we worked up the courage to approach a woman sitting with a baby stroller by the lake. "Wo ist Weggis?" we asked.

She stared at us, obviously not as impressed with our knowledge of German as we were. Eventually, when we didn't go away, she shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the left.

We walked about three minutes and realized that we hadn't been nearly as far off as we'd thought. In fact, we hadn't been lost at all--we'd been in Weggis the whole time.

Looking back, I think I know why the Swiss woman was so rude. After all, it's as if two kids popped out of the Coop and said, brightly, "Wo ist Cambridge?"

Once I would have mocked them cruelly. Now I'm not so sure, but I still might.

Sometimes you realize that right where you are, wherever you are, you are on a tourist spot. Take another look at the familiar. Tourism can be fun.