I’m currently in a rental car in Iceland. We are flying home the day after tomorrow. Aegean airlines completely destroyed Mom’s bag — they took our bags because they were heavy, and Mom’s came back ripped to uselessness and the souvenirs were broken. I say this to recommend not flying there ever. Iceland is quite like Oregon. It is cold and wet in the same way, but there is more fog and fewer trees. It is a relief to be somewhere closer to our climate. How are you back home? Is everything well?
We were in Santorini before we left yesterday. The buildings aren’t all white like the pictures suggest, but most of them are, and it’s quite nice. We had two overlays; one was in Athens, the other London, which was largely uneventful. Mom bought a magazine about the Queen’s life. I’m sure you know she’s passed by now. I don’t think prince Charles is nice, but I can’t stop succession. Doesn’t it sound medieval to hear about the king? Thou hast hearest with certainty, o sister of my blood, of the long-awaited succession of Charles III?
It’s almost October, one of the better months. Halloween approaches. I hope you are excited. I hope you are okay. I rarely am, but it’s something one must wait for. I love you.
With love,
Alice