From Brenden...

I imagine that when you're traveling overseas in the land of your ancestors you're bound to be inspired by all manner of things, both historic and inexplicably, spiritually nostalgic. After all, are we not all bound by bloodline and innate sense of self to our generational roots? Does not the smell of the earth and the cut of centuries-old stonemasonry resonate deeply within the soul of the prodigal traveller? Surely.

It makes perfect sense, then, that Brenden would send me this.