In the past four months, I have received postcards from China, Finland, Denmark, Greece, Kentucky, Thailand, and a couple more, and every single one of them has a unique person or story behind it.
My favorite one is a beautiful, luxurious card from Russia. The sender lived in a city called Ekaterinburg (located in the Ural Mountains), and it was quite a shock to me because the characters of my favorite book (The Bronze Horseman. Best. Book. Ever.) lived very near there. Small world right?
|One of the rooms of the museum, "The Hermitage"|
But an encounter with another card was really funny. It depicted these, interesting round things all over the front, and it wasn't until I read the card that I realized it was from Gouda, Netherlands. You know. Where they make GOUDA CHEESE?????? And then to top it all off, I, in my stupidity, thought that the card took 4 months to arrive. So when I notified the sender, he reminded me that the dates in Europe are written backwards, and it had arrived in 2 days. *Facepalm*
But the point of this post was that postcrossing really provides the opportunity to connect with the world. Plus, how cool is it to receive a surprise in your mailbox now and then?
|My wall map with all of my postcards so far|