Post Cards

After getting today’s Post Card in the mail I thought I would write a little about them.

I have always loved getting and sending Post Cards to Friends and Family Members.

My Great-Aunt would regularly send me a Post Card from any place she went across the US, Europe or the rest of the World (I now have her Post Card Collection – ones she received from Others, including Me.)

I would send a Post Card to Friends and Family whenever I traveled (across the US, Canada, the Caribbean, the Middle East and Europe.)

Finding Post Cards were hard to do when I was in Russia (living there twice and visiting three times), in Ukraine, in Costa Rica and in Mexico.)

Finding Stamps to mail my Post Cards was near impossible when I was in Kuwait, the United Arab Emirates, the West Bank, Montenegro, Bosnia, Croatia, Italy and Greece.

I had to be careful whom I sent a Post Card from Israel to since many Arab and Muslim Countries don’t recognize Israel and will arrest anyone with connections to Israel. I couldn’t send one to my Dad when he lived in Iraq.

Finding a Post Office or Postal Mailbox to mail my Post Cards was hard to find when I was in Alaska (several hours north of the Arctic Circle.)

In the past few years I don’t really travel anywhere anymore (except to New York) and so don’t send Post Cards to others as I once did.

I do still love getting Post Cards though.

I keep every Post Card I get.