Postcards from Pamplona

After reading When Wanders Cease to Roam, I got a bit nostalgic about my own past trips.

So much so that I dug out my box of travel souvenirs and started rifling through them.

I came across a whole stack of postcards addressed to my parents. I had written them all while a student abroad in Pamplona, Spain.

The postcards caught my eye for a couple of reasons:

First, they were addressed to my mom and dad. Had I stolen them back upon my return home or had my mom given them back to me, figuring I might want them as keepsakes?

I don't know. I don't remember anymore.

Secondly, check out my itsy-bitsy print!

How did I manage to write this small?

And not once, but on postcard after postcard.

I don't know who I feel more sorry for: My parents for having to read this or the postman for having to figure out the mailing address amidst all these words!

These postcards were all sent pre-the-dawn of email. And even though they are a pain in the butt to read, I'm glad I have them.

I wonder if these mailbox missives of mine would have survived this long if they'd been sent over the computer.