Sincerest regards. I've recently returned from intercontinental travels which have rendered me unable to attend to my most respected duties of journal entry. Such travels brought me to the wild, untamed beaches of a small Spanish outpost named for one of their Saints. It is known as Diego. This land was filled with the most delectable mead, and very exotic foods consisting of crispy breads and mashed roots. The locals villagers are of a tan skin unknown to those in the great lands of our fathers. Me and the others were transported across their beautiful salt-water bay upon a vessel carved out of the local tree. Upon return from this arduous journey, me and a small team of explorers, commissioned by our great fathers as the Corps of Endeavor, carried a small flag up into the undiscovered anddesolate wilderness referred to by the local Indians as "Hampton", which our guide translated to "land of paper mountains". This place must have been created by angel Gabreal himself. Pools of eternal water dot the landscape, as do fields of sand, where the natives engage in a much cherished game in which a air-filled ball is tossed back and forth over a net until it drops upon the sand. The natives were of large stature, and arranged for a feast upon our arrival, in which I gorged myself upon fantastical birds of prey, large land mammals they likes of which I have never seen, and fish from the local streams. I have since returned, however, to my more scholarly and professional duties, and shall henceforth return to the sincere patronage of this literary record. I do beg your sincere pardon as I once more regain the habits to which you have become thus accustomed. In good spirits I bid you a solicitous farewell.