I am relying on the internet for the majority of my communication, but for those of you waiting for a promised postcard, here’s why nothing has come:
Tuesday: Four hour foray to Forres. Walked there and hitchhiked back in order to pick up postcard stamps & envelopes.
Thursday: Write postcards and a letter. Discover there’s no place to send international mail in Findhorn. Darn hippies.
Saturday: Walk 25 minutes to nearby village, find post office, discover it closed an hour before I got there and won’t open until Monday. The hours for the post office (which is oddly located inside a convenience store) are not posted and the convenience store attendant doesn’t know the schedule.
Monday – Friday: Not a blessed hour to spare.
Next Saturday morning: Arrive at the post office an hour before it closed last week. Am informed that it’s closed today due to a national holiday. Attendant hasn’t a clue as to the name of the holiday that has thwarted my plans.
Monday morning: 15 minute run to village at 8 am (with a cold, mind you). Post office doesn’t open until 9. Class starts at 9… you get the picture.
So I’m slogging through wind and rain and uninformed convenience store attendants to get 2 measly postcards and a letter to a few of the people I love… be patient, dear ones. I will (eventually) succeed.
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3 comments:
haha i love those ridiculous national holidays that nobody know why they're celebrating.
keep persevering, dear.
Don't forget to stop and admire all the things you pass by on your way there. Especially odd or ugly things. I'm finding so much beauty in abandoned warehouses, empty factories, rusty train tracks and tired people during my trip.
Having now been one of the lucky folks to receive a postcard, I feel pretty special! Teri
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