Another picture of you two looking like homeless

I need to talk about my mum again. You can think I have mum issues, or she is an inexhaustible resource of funny remarks. Whichever way, here it goes.

We were in a trip and had the great idea of taking a picture with the phone, and thanks to the miracles of modern telecommunications, send it to my mum with our greetings from the Ramon Rocks in Israel.

She didn't look so excited about the fact, though. Maybe she didn't realize the awesomeness of getting an instant, customized, digital postcard from a dessert in the Middle East with all the love of your caring child. So I called her.

"Mum, did you get my message?"
"What? Ah! Yes! Another picture of you two looking like homeless..."
"What?"
"Yeah, you have thousands of pictures like this, with baggy clothes in some random mountain"

So then, later in Jerusalem, I sent her a picture of myself enjoying a cocktail with a great view of the old town.

"So... what do you think about this picture?"
"mmm, I showed it to your aunt. That's not Martin Who is he?"
"It's me!!"
"You? Don't be ridiculous, darling. That's a man in the picture"

Screw the miracles of telecommunication. As log as my mum doesn't get a phone with a decent resolution, I'm sticking to postcards.