Dearest Diary,
It has never been my intention to abandon you to silence, but I have found myself in the midst of travels that have made it difficult to write. I am delighted to report on the good health of my beloved Grandmother and I have since continued north toward the expansive lakes on our country's border. We have located a modest castle for Sister to reside in and have made pilgrimage to some of the more frequented resting spots of the area. At a pertinent break in our journey we made the effort to walk out toward the shore of the great lake but along our walk we encountered many animal prints that seemed to get larger and perhaps more fresh the further into the wilderness we got. Very soon we found ourselves fleeing briskly back toward the carriage, suspicious of any noise or rattling from the bushes encasing us on both sides. It is quite probable that we were in no danger at all, but being unacquainted with the sorts of animals that reside in this region we had decided not to take further chances. We have been warned that it might have been a bear, a wolf, or perhaps something even more ferocious. Needless to say, our safety was regained quite easily.
Following such intrigue, we paused again at a large market specializing in the sorts of crafts one sees frequently in the advent time of year. I cannot help but be thrust in such a spirit after attending such festive landmarks. We have stopped to rest for the night at a Spanish Inn just south of the northern state border. I am hopeful that tomorrow's travels return me safely to the Granada Estate, but it is uncertain when such a return can be expected. It might need to wait longer than tomorrow...
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