I’ve mentioned before that I have a lot of postcards from Florida, United States. You’d be surprised that amongst the many postcards of ocean sunsets, palm-tree decked beaches, Disney World, and local wildlife there are quite a few of overweight people in bathing suits. These are normally accompanied by a mocking caption, such as this one I found on my last visit to Florida:
“Chocolate milkshake, cherry pie, count the dimples in my thigh! Florida, ya gotta love it!”
I was recently in Bahamas and learned that one of their favourite local food is conch. Conch is the snail-like creature that lives in the cone-shaped sea shell.
I didn’t get the chance to try Bahamian conch. I have eaten it and it’s surprisingly quite good. Here’s a recipe for Bahamian conch fritters, if you can find a nearby supply of conch.
This postcard has got the front caption all wrong.
It should say “In Awhile Crocodile”.
Florida’s alligators live in fresh water, the Everglades for instance. It’s crocodiles that are found on the coast as they like salt and brackish waters. Florida’s gators are famous, but most people don’t know that Florida has crocs too. Florida is the only place in the world that has both crocodiles and alligators in the wild.
So this poor kid, soon to be supper, is likely encountering one of Florida’s crocodiles.
Of all the places in the world, I have more postcards of Florida than anywhere else (including my home province of Ontario). No doubt, this reflects that Florida is the vacation destination of choice for many of my friends and family.
So you’d think I’d seen all the postcards Florida has to offer. I was recently in Florida and spent much time hunting for postcards. It was much harder than it used to be with many souvenir stores not selling postcards at all or just having the obligatory palm trees and shoreline images.
But I struck gold at a souvenir shop on Fort Lauderdale beach getting a few gems of the tacky and dorky sort, such as this gem:
I love receiving postcards from countries that I don’t already have a postcard from. As I’ve been collecting now for a few decades, it’s getting harder and harder to get postcards from these places. (Yes, I could buy postcards from dealers but that has always felt like cheating to me).
I made a list of the countries I have postcards from and the countries I most want (see my Most Wanted post). The Caribbean country of Haiti was #7 on my list. I don’t know anyone who has visited there or lived there, so I knew it would be a challenge to get a postcard from Haiti.
We were recently on a Caribbean cruise with Royal Caribbean and while on it I was surprised to learn they have another itinerary that stops in Haiti, specifically Labadee. Labadee is Royal Caribbean’s name for their private, fenced-off peninsula on mainland Haiti near the town of Labadie.
Around the time I purchased this postcard below of Haiti on one’s of RCCL’s ships, their other ships had stopped going to Labadee amid Haitians protesting the company. See the recent article Labadee in Limbo – When Will Royal Caribbean Return to Its Private Resort? and another article Time Magazine for insightful overviews on the issue of Haitian government’s desire to open up to tourism but the problems and protests resulting from this.
It may likely be that this will be the only postcard I ever get of Haiti.
This risque item arrived in my mailbox – I instantly knew it was from Europe as nowhere else has nudity so readily on display.
This postcard sure shows one hot ass in Greece and the sunbathing lady looks like she’s going to get a sunburn.
For more on Creece and an image of gorgeous melons, here’s the backside:
“We haven’t left the resort so couldn’t ethically send a card with some of the beautiful scenery. This card is the closets to representing our holiday. X rode a donkey. I laid on the beach. The highlight of the trip was 11 year old X singing [unknown]”
I’ve spent the last couple weeks stuck in my office grading papers. It’s not like I’m dying to be outside as after a brief sign that we might be getting spring here in Toronto, winter returned – complete with frigid temperatures and snow!
So when this postcard arrived of an exotic, tropical beach getaway in Greece – I was not eager to follow my usual practice of putting new arrivals on our fridge. Unlike the Greek tragic figure Tantalus, I am not going to be endlessly tormented by pleasures that are denied me.
Here’s the backside:
“We rented an adorable little cottage directly on – and I mean on – the beach in Damouhari, the village where a lot of Mamma Mia was filmed. It’s very remote – takes 30 minutes to drive from the main road through the Pelion. In a potential postcard first, the house we rented is the one the front of this card.”
I don’t see the house – just a bizarre phallus temple. Either way, it’s a helluva lot nicer than ever-winter Toronto.