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Dear Rosaline, Before I left on my solo trip to Italy, you asked me, Isn’t travelling alone weird? What are you going to do all on your own? And I said, Nah, it’ll be great. I‘ll visit art museums and won’t have anyone nagging me to hurry along cos they’re bored. I’ll sit at swanky… Continue reading Postcard #6
Saoirse, The sea beckoned, it sang its alluring song, and you followed. I blame myself really. I always knew that water had a hold over you. It drew you to it just as the moon draws the tides. And I never tried to break the enchantment. What chance did I have? A mortal mother can't… Continue reading Postcard #5
'Alo Barney, I made it to the country. Took me four hours to properly escape the big smoke. Woke up at the crack of dawn and drove and drove till I couldn't see any buildings higher than a lamppost in the rear-view mirror. Went down a few winding, bumpy country roads and there I was.… Continue reading Postcard #4
Dear Dandelion flower, As promised, a brief dispatch from paradise island. You'll be thrilled (and not at all jealous) to hear that your fav big sis is having the time of her life. Every day, we stumble out of sleep and dive headfirst into endless, infinite blue skies. The flat we rented is in a… Continue reading Postcard #3
Dear Jack, It's the festa this week. Got me thinking about when we were kids. It seems almost unthinkable now, but our parents would let us run wild on feast nights while they gathered in some crowded bar outside the church. Crazy. We roamed those festooned streets unsupervised, weaving between the legs of adults like… Continue reading Postcard #2
Dear Gemma, Thought of you today while in Budapest.