It was a perfect day for writing letters. There is some joy in doing it the old way. By that I mean, getting things on paper, folding, and then licking an envelope shut.We picked up some prints of the digital photos. Some went to our sponsored kid. We also sent several real pictures to a friend of Jay's and a fellow who owned a guest house where we stayed in Tissimaharama.
Affixing actual postage stamps was a simple pleasure, really. And knowing the words won't be read for a few weeks seem quaint but somehow comforting.
