When we were in Italy (end of January, mind you), both Abby and I sent postcards to folks in the States – I even sent one to my office. Well, we bought our stamps (francobolli) at different Tabacci (convenience stands), and apparently mine weren’t as good as hers. Abby’s family and friends received postcards about a week after our trip, and mine didn’t. I thought they’d sold me bum stamps, but as the postcard I sent to work arrived yesterday, looks like they were just tortise-express stamps.

So check your mailbox – I might have sent you a postcard over a month ago!