Category: Mail

Three postcards arrived in the mail today and none of them were from Postcrossing.

I’m taking a writing class through Write Around Portland and the second of the wonderful surprises of the class (the first is that there are always snacks to eat during the class) is that each week we get a postcard from our instructor complimenting some aspect of our writing.  It’s very sweet.
 

The Aunts went on a trip and Aunt Pat sent me this postcard. Guess where they visited?
 

I have a friend living in the Ukraine for 10 months and she sent me a postcard.  It took her three months to discover where they were keeping the postcards in the Ukraine. Sadly, she does not share this with me, so if you visit the Ukraine, you will have to find them on your own.   She also observes that all the buildings are ice cream colored.

Thanks Write Around Portland, Aunt Pat and Margaret!

Here’s my first art postcard!  It’s from Juulia who is 11 and has great handwriting.  She says, “I hope this card is unbroken when it comes to you.  If here is falled letters, cards says: “Muffini” and that means cupcake in Finnish.

As you can see, nearly all the letters made it to me.

Also, this stamp makes me want to visit Finland in the summer.  Though I imagine their summer beach weather is not much different than the Oregon Coast, temperature-wise.

Is this not the greatest postcard from Belarus you’ve ever seen?  It’s from Dasha, who is a student, a future journalist.  She sincerely wishes me the eternal spring in my heart.
 

This postcard came from my friend Kelly, who was in LA to see the band Heart inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
 

This appears to be a home-printed postcard.  It’s from Ingrid, in the Paltinate, which is a region in southwest Germany, also called German Tuscany.
 

This postcard is from Laura, who lives on a small island in Wisconsin.  She says, “I’m sending this card not because it’s my favorite, but because it creeps me out and I’d rather have it someplace else.”  Laura made me laugh, because I share her sentiment.  I’ve got it hanging behind another postcard, so I don’t have to look at it. 
 

This is from Aveiro, “the Venice of Portugal,” and I learned that the city is surrounded by salt flats, beaches, lagoons and dominated by the central canal running through town.  It looks lovely.  Thanks Monica.

This beautiful postcard was sent from Australia, but the person who sent it had just returned from Singapore, where they celebrated Chinese New Year and this postcard is actually from Singapore, not Australia.   So international, Postcrossing is.  They also gave me a George Carlin quote:  “Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
 

And look at this darling stamp!
 

Some people on Postcrossing are very specific in their dislike of advertising cards.  After getting this postcard, I have to agree with them.  The front is this nice picture, and the back is a map of how to get to this picture.  The person who sent it did not include any greeting or even information about the country of origin.  I haven’t been on Postcrossing long enough to get picky, but I can say that this was not my favorite postcard experience.   

This is from Evy, who is in her first year studying “for Social Worker.”  She’s very excited about her studies.  She hopes I like the shoes.  I do.  I especially like the orange ones.

This is from Astrid and I was thrilled to receive it because it’s the first postcard I’ve gotten with a quote on it. Astrid translates Kafka’s words as “ways arised because someone goes there” and then says, “I hope you understand, I cannot translate it correct.”  I did a bit of googling and found that it’s most often translated in English as “Paths are made by walking.”  Interesting, eh?

This is from Sonia who is a senior in high school and hopes I can come to Taiwan.  She also hopes I like the postcard.  I do!    It reminds me of the movie Hannah.  But in a good way.
 

This postcard is from Jule, who lives by the Black Sea in Germany.  She translates the front as “Life is an adventure—dare it.”