perfectly and then something like a national holiday throws a monkey
wrench at you?
The 24+1 (the plus one was Lexi's) postcards I had written were just
screaming for stamps to make the journey on their own to the US and
Australia- like a mama bird pushing her babes out of the nest, I
wanted to send these suckers off. Of course I waited until the last
possible day.
I had planned to stop by the post office right before I caught the bus
out of Arambol. The bus stop is literally right next to the post
office. What I didn't account for was the national holiday of Holi.
The closest holiday I can compare it to in the US is St. Partick's
Day, except everyone throws brightly colored dye/water on each other.
It's a holiday for the celebration of good, as far as I can tell. In
any case, the post office was closed and I'm stuck sending the cards
with US postage. So it goes.
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