I went to Canada for the weekend, and managed to get a little old fashioned touristy correspondence going.
Written May 27 (mailed May 29):
|"Smoke Rings (January 28, 1999)" by Donald Sultan|
Written and mailed May 28:
At the train station there were these postcards that had international postage already included. The cost was probably a ripoff, but what a thrill to just send it, eh? <---- note the Canadian slang Of course, I then could not find a post box in the train station, and I would have felt a little silly having to mail my fancy Canadian postage postcard from the US (probably with US postage!), but I did find a mailbox outside the station.
I always hated geography in school, but lately I am very interested in maps. People in the know have informed me that geography is actually not about maps at all, but I'm not letting that deter me in my newfound interest in Where Things Are.