they went other places too — but this is where they sold the postcards
Dearest Mother, Father, and Brother, I pray this letter is sent in haste [by the efficient Spanish National Postal Service] as I may return in a forthnight prior to its arrival. For this reason I will make this concise. All is well for me, and I hope all is well with you. Saluations,
This is funny. And awesome,
Wonderful! I think I am going to start using the word “fortnight” all the time now. As in, “We will leave for the Cape in a fortnight, and that means that I have a fortnight to complete the first draft of my novel.” This sounds so much more civilized than anything I’ve been able to express in my current, hair-pulling-out stage.
Priceless! I love it.
What a unique way he has of letting you know he is fine and thinking of you. I love getting post cards; my niece sends them to me when she is traveling.