I feel like I can read the postcard Julia Roberts is mentally composing from here:

Eat, Pray, Love Photocall in San Sebastian

It says,

“Dear Oprah,

Greetings from San Sebastian! They don’t allow pants here — isn’t that crazy? Hope you and Gayle are well! See you at Travolta’s Jell-O Shots Poker Party next week!

Love,
Ju-Ju!”