I’ve written it on many postcards throughout this trip. On greeting cards. Even wished it in silent thoughts sent upward while driving — “Wish you were here.” Do people still do that? Or have we changed to the selfie — barely giving thought to the place, or anyone else?

The cynic might say, well everything will be disgarded, even your precious greeting cards. And I suppose that’s true. But I still believe. I believe we can make the moment itself more precious by gathering someone in. Telling someone the story of where you are, what you are doing. By telling someone, it’s you I thought about, on the special stretch of road, in this magical place. And maybe it’s only a few minutes. Maybe it’s only the time it took you to pen the note. Buy the stamp. Mail it. The time it took them to walk to the mailbox. Open the seal. Read the hand-written words. Does it matter? I think about it like this — if I added up that amount of time, all of those minutes, what I wouldn’t give to spend that with my mother, my grandparents, the people I love! Just those few moments – golden! So yes! I believe it matters. So I will still write the postcards. Mail the greeting cards. Because what does it matter that I was there, if you don’t know, how I wished you were here.

At the end of the day, it’s all about who you love, and letting them know.