Dear [your name here],
The gentleman pictured overleaf looks a lot like the man I asked for directions on a deserted road today. I'd left town early and became lost; I didn't speak his language but, with gestures and pointing and drawings in the dust, he gave me directions. At dusk I came to a small village in a forest. I don't think they get many visitors here: everyone turned to look at me in the square. An old lady took me to her house, where I'm staying the night with her and her husband. They're watching me write this card to you. I don't know what the name of the town is, because no one speaks English. I hope to be back on course tomorrow.
I hope you're well and getting some sunshine.
Missing you,
Alida
Wish you were here #3
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