I like postcards.
I like receiving them and sticking them up on the fridge. I like killing a bit of time writing notes to friends when having a beer or coffee on some sunny sidewalk spot. I also like rummaging through postcard stands.
What I don’t like is how long they take to get to their destinations these days. In Lisbon 4 weeks ago and posted the card in the postbox at the post office. Been home a week -well ahead of the cards it seems. Other places dont seem to have “proper” letter boxes any more. Instead there is a red box outside some gift shop so you just post and hope.
In the eighties I was in a village in Malawi and the mailbox was a leather satchel hanging off a post in the town square. Mum and Dad got the card. I’ve posted from the Congo where you have to insist they stamp the card in front of you so it doesn’t get peeled off after you leave – got there. I’ve posted from a decaying and chaotic township in Harare where my local friend was laughing as I stuck the cards in the mailbox. They got there.
But send cards from Europe -I’m looking at you Spain and Portugal and I’m still waiting.