Oct 16, 2011 14:30
The priest I'm traveling with is such an immature hardass. It's like I never left you two.
You'll take care of yourselves or you'll live to regret it. I can't write once we reach the border, so this is the real goodbye, I guess. Thanks for not totally pushing me out of your lives. I know I did wrong by you, but I'm not going to waste my second chance. I'll make you proud.
Anyway, try not to strangle your husband, Bella. Luci, just... try to stop shouting so much.
Love you both. I'll bring something fancy back from France for you.
elia,
lucia