"Ich wollte nur HAI sagen," the one card says. I don't know who else speaks German out there, but for a non-punny person, I got this one right away.
Paloma, I still have a post card that you had sent me from France a long time ago. The art is so beautiful. I find that the post cards from the gift stores of museums are the best- keeping budget in mind, too!- keepsakes of them all.
Will there ever be a more genuine form of communication? The patience that it takes for the extra day to let someone know that you're thinking of them makes it all the better. I don't send postcards as much as I'd like to, but I know that receiving one is an instant smile! When will you next put up the red flag on your mailbox, and drop someone a line, and a smile!? ~Beth
I simply love language, foreign languages, and learning new words. Just recently, a new friend from Brazil signed an e-mail "Abraços." How lovely to learn it means "hugs."
For me, the best of the words and the words they evoke result in poetry. At all times, I have a running scribble pad in my bag and lots of pens. These instruments are my butterfly net, my tools of capturing what the Muse might bring along before they drift away. I've been known to scribble on napkins, backs of envelopes, and once or twice my hand. It's just not the same feeling to be typing even these words, as it is when I write them in long hand.
But how infrequently, these days, do I collect anyone's address? Even to my friend from Brazil, now Australia, I could only type back "Je t'embrace," trading one foreign happiness for another. ~ Paloma
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