I read this letter again, to calm myself about Scotland before I left (yea, man, I was nervous!):

April 10, 2006
Dear Elisabetta,
Thank you for your lovely letter. I appreciate your taking the time to write to me with all the things you have to do. I, too, miss sitting and talking with you and Mairin. (See, I spelt it correctly!)
Elisabetta, do not ( Read more... )

It's so cliche, but in a time of email and constant quick reply, written mail has so much more meaning than it did when email was first coming about.
I've always loved writing to people, and my cousin and I used to write to each other. That faded, at some point, and  I wrote to my grandma when she moved out. On from there, I wrote to Marc while he ( Read more... )