I am now ridiculously excited for my trip, and aware of Poste Restante. This post is a winner.
We left with backpacks, cameras and journals; that’s all that was necessary really. Not a cell phone, a tablet or a computer. Yes, it was wonderful last week to Skype with my son in Thailand and WhatsApp with him today as he sat in a thatched hut in Laos. But I feel privileged to have travelled with the promise…I’ll write soon.
Understandably, it was wrenching for loved ones to wait for letters and postcards to arrive and hopefully read that all was well. But that was the beauty of it; to receive that correspondence and devour those long awaited words. First in earnest, but then more slowly to take in every detail. Those letters could also be secreted away and brought out again and again, just to feel closer to that person so far from home.
We had planned only a basic…
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