Picking out the perfect postcard for the right person used to be a big part of traveling for me. I haven’t bought one for years; but here are a few I could have sent:
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Picking out the perfect postcard for the right person used to be a big part of traveling for me. I haven’t bought one for years; but here are a few I could have sent:
Were we definitely separated at birth, my Twin Postcard Diva.
Mucho amòr,
Eleonora xx
Thank you for thinking of me. I haven’t recieved a post card in so long! I love you and miss you. (Is all the literature in spanish?) XXOO
How wonderful that you are savoring all these wonderful experiences! How long will you be there? Must know, (since my comp has been broken): Have you had an Argentinian steak with all those glorious sauces????
Every great cuisine seems to find a place for a simple sweetened milk dessert. Dulce de Leche in Argentina, Panna Cotta in Italy, Creme Caramel in France, Crema Catalan in Spain, Kazandibi in Turkey. The very first spoonful begins a journey back to the simpler joys of childhood pleasures … even for the most hardened adult. Look at each of those faces as they withdraw the spoon and their eyes close just a little. Then the soft smile. YES. For just that moment, all is right with the world.
Can’t wait for someday when I can come to meet you— and send some postcards home from Rome.
Miss you too–I think I brought one flyer in English but you will have to come yourself and bring all your organic wisdom to Argentina. Meanwhile today I actually saw some organic dulce de leche!
Thank you; it’s been wonderful. Yes I’ve had the sauces. And in 10 days– I’ve eaten more steak than I would normally eat in a year.
I guess I’ve had similar tastes but right now I’m like a kid in a candy store. Heavenly.