Dear Boys:
Tomorrow I am heading for Frankfurt. I have had a wonderful time here but am getting a twinge of homesickness so had better get around to my business if I want to see Holland.
I had my hair done today and I look like a Spanish Senorita-hair too high. I don’t like it.
I bought you both beautiful leather gloves. I was sick yesterday-such a stomach-ache and the runs. I am OK now but it was awful.
The stewardess I came over with phoned this morning and she had been talking with your sister Barbara in New York so I know that all is OK.
I may stay in Nice for two days on the way, or even a week. I will write you as soon as I know where I will be.
I hope you are both OK. I do miss you but feel that this is good for both of you. You must become independent. Andy has had a crack at it and you Robert are doing a pretty good job. In a way it is hard for all of us.
I met a British film director last evening at the hotel. I had dinner with him. He has kids your age. If we ever go to London we have a place to stay.
I am eating more now and had a beautiful lunch of beef on a stick and bought a little cake on the street and ate it on the street and no one cares here or looks at you.
The bus driver yesterday was singing the whole trip and I noticed a lady picking her nose and very open about it not like you Rob. Then a man scratching his rear. No one here cares what they do. On the next bus I took after dinner the driver was whistling the whole trip. I have seen so much here I will have to tell you about. It is a different world here in Spain. The Spanish people rarely smile. They wear very dark clothes which is so different from Jamaica. But they do sing here all alone walking down the street. There is only room for one person on the sidewalks. There are hundreds of cabs all small cars. I saw a general in a big car today with a flag on it.
It is fun to see other places but I am happy to be a Canadian and very proud of it. There are a few Canadians here but I have yet to meet one.
Love Mum
