When I was a child we never travelled further than Cornwall
(by steam train!).
We had no car and I took my first flight aged 16 when I went on a school cruise.
Nevertheless I was set a holiday project at primary school
entitled Letters From Abroad.
I had to write and illustrate letters from imaginary friends
in six foreign countries.
This was a great trial to me and my mother that summer.
I remember sitting for hours at the dining room table surrounded by
piles of travel brochures brought home from the travel agents,
snipping out pictures of exotic locations
and laboriously writing stilted descriptions of the
wonders to be seen in (amongst other places) the USA and India.
This morning I am having an entertaining exchange
with JofIndia about this,
and am salivating over a picture of his breakfast of
masala dosa, tuna fish curry, vegetable sambar and hot lime pickle.
I have also just uploaded a picture of grand-daughter
sitting on the steps to her New York apartment.
Son One has been for a run in a Brooklyn park and met the Mayor of London.
Son Two (also in New York) has attended a Pilates class
and been for an Indian vegan curry.
Daughter-in-law has unpacked a gazillion suitcases and got everyone
settled in nicely.
Through this blog and others I enjoy letters from
families at Home and Abroad every morning.
My mother would have loved the internet.