Winter in Canada. It’s dark and cold. But not so cold that the copious snow here actually stays frozen. Instead, we’re ankle-deep in slush. Today, I donned plastic bags on my feet to make my boots withstand the chilling wetness. Yes, winter here is Hell!
But not the good Hell of this postcard:
Good Hell is the name of an area, a rocky outcropping, in Grand Cayman in the Cayman Islands, Caribbean.
I’ve been to Hell – both normal Hell and this Good Hell. Compared to being in slushy Canada, Hell is a much better alternative. Although, when I went to this Hell, there weren’t such beautiful ambassadors of Hell to greet me – but still Cayman’s Hell is warmer, sunnier, and drier than here. And Good Hell has the awesomest cancellation stamps! The only thing Hellish about this Hell is the 80s fashion crimes and big hair.
In reviewing my collection, I noticed that probably the most common theme of postcard messages is emphasizing to those at home how horrible their weather/life is while the vacationers are enjoying splendid weather and hedonistic indulgence. This card’s message is exemplary of this theme:
“Dear Glenbob and gang:
Thought you might like a postcard from Hell for your collection. Everything is going as planned. I’m on 2 weeks holiday so I am forcing myself to get up before 10:00 am and sit on the beach until I’m tired, then back to my hammock for a nap. I went tubing on Sunday, but sliced my knew so I had to get out of the water so as not to become shark bait. Hope all is well with you!”
Instead of planning a winter getaway, I’m stuck here thinking of the Hell that surrounds me and the demon from Hell that I twice had to avoid today. At least, I have my postcard collection to provide glimpses into more pleasant places.