I think I have finally found the perfect postcard to send you. I write to you from a small cafe in Logroño, Spain. I think about how much I would like to play a game of chess with you. I’ve been practicing a little since the last time we’ve played. I can’t say that I’ve improved, but I can say that I haven’t gotten any worse. Also, do you recognize this ink? I have to thank you because you’ve left behind a nice pen for me to write stories with. You’ll hear more about them in the coming days. Until then, I think of you in England. The butterflies look like you. Bisou.
Love, your Caroline