Glad it got there, Parma!
That leaves only the card to my parents unaccounted for.
But I'm glad I got to send some at all. The place where I was staying was in the middle of nowhere, and there wasn't enough time to take the bus into town. One evening I asked one of the waiters whether they sold postcards at the hotel, and he said no, but he could bring me some next time he went to town - and he remembered to do so! Wasn't that awesome?
Sailing was fun, the weather was fantastic, the people were great, so was the food. I got to bathe in the sea, too - a first for me.
I found that my little Italian was still in fairly decent working order, which pleased me no end.
There are a bunch of pics here
heliona, I know what you mean about dialect text - you need to 'hear' it, if only in your mind's ear, in order to understand it. I was lucky, though, in that my copy has a foreword "To my American Readers", with a glossary of the most unrecognisable terms.