Postcard From Bobby Baby (4)
While I travel in my head, in my dreams, in my imaginary bus, my brother Robert travels in reality.
Recently, he and his wife took a 3-day trip to London. They left their home in Saint-Symphorien and went by car to Brussels, and then took the train for the rest of the way. I phoned him as soon as I received his card, last week, and he told me they had a blast.
Let me translate for you:
Wednesday, November 3
A little trip for two in London.
Quick, but superb. We’re thinking of you.
See you soon, big kisses.
I forgot to show you the 2 postcards Bobby Baby sent me over the summer. They’re particularly interesting as they were sent from the region, in France, where our ancestor René de la Voye was born. With all the renovations and stuff lying all over the place, I’ll have to find them first! As soon as I do, I’ll put them up.
And do you know where the next postcard will be coming from? Barcelona. Cool, huh?
For more about Bobby Baby and
his postcards: (1), (2), (3).
Rachel Dangermond says:
Was it Emerson or Whitman who said the whole world can be found in our own back yard. Armchair travelers don’t have it too bad, I’m sure my India imagined can top some peoples’ actual experience of it.
May 10, 2012 at 8:09 am
Mudd says:
I don’t know who said it, Rachel, but I’m happy to know I’m not the only one who travels in her head.
Happy imaginary trails!
May 10, 2012 at 12:02 pm