Postcards from strangers


The most exciting new thing I’ve done in a while, is sign up to As somebody who is thrilled by receiving postcards (irrespective of whom they are from), on discovering this service through dear friend Grizzled Old Sean [ha!:)] I haven’t been able to contain my excitement.

Ok ok, I’m not getting orgasms from this service, but it’s super cool because you get to send and receive postcards (real ones IN THE POST!) from complete strangers. PostCrossing currently has over 86,500 members from 191 countries, and 300 postcards are sent every hour!

It’s not entirely like Pen Pals, because the person I send a postcard to may not necessarily send me one back. But that’s cool, because I’m not in it to make new friends, I just want random postcards!

Today I sent a postcard to someone in New Orleans and to another in Metsapyyntie (!?) in Finland. The more you send, the more you receive; you can even do personal swaps if you’re a collector of kinds.

Most people I’ve shared this info with think it’s lame, I think it’s awesome. I don’t want to compare it to Post Secret (which I also think is awesome), because it’s completely different. Anyway, will post a picture of the first postcard I receive! You can read more details about the service here.

50 year old post card!

Sean's Postcard!

Today was a great day because I received this awesome postcard from dear friend, writer, and best person in the world to have breakfast with: Sean. It is about 50 years old and he bought it in one of those cool antique/junk shops in Madrid. Oh how I love receiving snail-mail!

It’s a Luftansa postcard from 1965, and from what it looks like, it was probably one of those freebee promotional flight postcards. What makes it even cooler is that at the back, there is a detail handwritten by the person who actually picked-up the card 50 years ago. He got it, dated it, wrote his destination on it, and then never sent it. Interesting choice by the way, Sean.

I wonder who he/she was? I wonder who he/she bought it for? I wonder why it was never sent, I wonder how it ended-up in a junk shop, I wonder what he/she would say if he/she found out that the postcard was sent to some Indian girl in Dubai. So awesome. Also, notice how they didn’t have closed overhead baggage compartments back in 1965.

Anyhoo. Muchísimas gracias, Sean!

In case it wasn’t clear enough: I want more post! I will even return the gesture, I promise. Anyone want my P.O.Box? (Yes, Ive been deprived of snail-mail for way too long.)