Travel Traditions: Our Calling Cards

One of the things that I adore most about travel is the opportunity to lose yourself in a new culture, environment and unfamiliar surroundings. When you’ve lived your whole life with in driving distance of the hospital you were born in, that sense of wonder with all things new is a rare experience. Still, we can’t help but leave our mark. Since we have joined our nomadic ways, Chris and I have created a little tradition that I’ve dubbed our Calling Cards.

If you’ve ever visited a museum or tourist attraction, you’ve probably come across a small plastic cube whereupon guests and visitors are encouraged to donate what ever currency they can to maintenance and upkeep of the site/museum/attraction you have just enjoyed. We are always conscienscious of contributing our fair share but we’ve also incorporated some local Bay Area hijinks.

At Predjamski Grad in Slovenia, 2009

At Predjamski Grad in Slovenia, 2009

At Bled Castle in Slovenia 2012

At Bled Castle in Slovenia 2012

For what ever reason, it amuses us that someone else from the Bay Area, may chance upon our far and away shenanigans and feel briefly connected to the familiar and almost forgettable institutions of home. We don’t limit ourselves to BART cards alone. Unfortunately I was unable to find pics of our tradition practiced in France of 2011, but I can tell you that it was a generous monetary donation in the box at Notre Dame coupled with a Cal vs $tanfurd football ticket stub. Go BEARS!!!

We leave for our next adventure shortly and as we dutifully pack and re-pack our carry-ons (finally getting better at the not over-packing thing) and check off our lists, I’ve remembered to set aside this year’s accoutrement. Any other suggestions as to what I should add to our repetoire? Also, do you have any travel traditions? Please share!

What else should we add and leave behind?

What else should we add and leave behind?

 

 

2 thoughts on “Travel Traditions: Our Calling Cards

  1. My friend would buy a pack of little army men at the dollar store and hide them in various locations around the city. When we went to Chicago she left one one the giant ferris wheel we rode, in the planter outside a bar we visited, on a table at on a restaurant patio in the thing that holds the napkins and condiments, etc. You get the idea!

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