Postcards

Two wonderful surprises were sitting in my mail last night. I received not one, but two postcards! The first was from my English grandparents, who always send me a card when they travel. Which for two people around eighty is a surprising amount. They were in Tunisia, Northern Africa, for a bowling holiday. Bowling as in the white outfits and little wooden balls on a flat grassy area, not the American version.The second is from my old roommate, who left to Paris for modeling. She was on a French Island off the coast of Africa called Ile Marice shooting for a magazine. Its is probably just as glamorous as it sounds by the look of the postcard.

They were sent about two weeks apart, but arrived on the same day. I think they came across the ocean on the same boat right to my doorstep. Its a small world.