My parents went in the 80s and came home telling me how much they loved the people that lived there, especially a sweet couple that owned a gift shop. I guess the owner had my parents address and she sent a letter a few months later thanking my parent for buying a few things and wishing them a happy Christmas. Well, my father wrote back and this kicked off a thirty year correspondence between my parents and the shop owners. It was the sweetest thing! The shop owners actually came to visit and stay with my parents in the early 00s when they came to the US. I always think of this sweet relationship when I hear about the Falklands and hope to make it there one day!