Travels to a Different Time: Travels of My Mother: ? February1971: Palma de Mallorca, Spain (Red Roses from British Film Director!)

Dearest Barbara:

I am leaving here tomorrow. I think I can stop over in Nice. I will see if I can. I will write at once. I would like stay a week there. Diane, bless her heart phoned me yesterday morning. She will phone you upon her return. She is a very thoughtful girl.

I had my hair done yesterday for 35 pesetas and I look like a Spanish senorita too high.

I ate at a fabulous restaurant and the maître d spoke excellent English and says I am nuts to get an apartment at the rate I expected to pay. He gave me his card.

The Spanish people rarely smile. They are very sad people and wear dark clothes. They can be very polite and they don’t have their hands out for money all the time. I think they are proud. I don’t know if I like them or not.

I bought both boys leather gloves for 99 pesetas and they are beautifully lined. I’d like to get you something but not sure what. So you probably won’t get a thing.

I gave VT all the books I read. She is going out with a Sanish pilot so she is too busy to read. I am now going to the front desk to mail this letter. So it is bye for now. I am having such a good time. Bless you.

Love Mum

P.S. I should really keep a diary about what I have seen and done or I might forget.

No Canadians in sight. I wonder why they are so slow in discovering Spain. There are plenty more men here than in New York. Before I sign off I met a British film director- a real doll. He has kids about the same age as Robert and Andy. He says his second wife is dumb and he should have stayed with the first one. He sent me a dozen red roses today with an invite for dinner. NO GO!