Today I went to pick up some of these:
In two days we are going here:
I don't know what any of this means.
So far my only connection to this place is through photos I have seen, stories other travellers have told, and through what little I remember from college history texts. I look at this currency and wonder where it has been, what stories it could tell (and I'm also a little grossed out by this). Holding this crinkly old money gives me the first sensation of really being there.
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I love foreign currency. How fun of you to capture this exciting part of preparing to travel.
--Apparently blogger is letting me comment again. I seem to have been banned for a while. :)
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