I love writing postcards when travelling. If you look well, you always find some with pretty photos that perfectly render your experience in that place. I take my pen down, write about 10 of them, empty my wallet buying stamps and put them in the post. So far so good. But then comes the more annoying bit : praying my card made it to my family and friends’ mailbox. I come home and ask everyone around. As I write to people all across the world, I understand it doesn’t take the same time for my card to get to Oxford as it does to get to Texas. Sometimes it doesn’t make it at all… (and there’s nothing I hate more than lost mail </3). And it’s sometimes taken up to 2 months ! In those cases you can’t imagine my joy when someone calls to tell me they’ve finally received my postcard.
Back when I was visiting Julien in DC this Spring, we took a day trip to Philly to visit a new place, try some new food of course and visit my friends Maya and Thomas who were just finishing there time at Penn. It goes without saying, lots of food was eaten, lots of pictures were taken. However, remember that roll with the pictures of Georgetown that decided to hide in a shoe for almost 4 months ? Most of my photos from Philly were on there too !!
Consider this post my lost postcard from Philly ! Or “How to do Philly in one day” ;D