My relationship with souvenirs is complicated. I find it easy to buy things for friends when I’m traveling, but have grown into a person who doesn’t want to bring another thing into my home unless it serves a practical purpose. With a couple of exceptions, that is.
Here’s what I brought home from my most recent trip:
A miniature Parthenon for our family collection.
A bag of oregano to add to Greek salads and anything else as the mood strikes.
A couple of key chains and a bracelet for my son because I love the power of the evil eye symbol.
A jar of orange marmalade for my morning toast.
Some pretty stones and small pieces of marble I picked up while walking. They were warm from the sun and I thought I might give them to friends who might appreciate their beauty and need evidence that one never knows where they might end up. I mean, those rocks probably never imagined they’d make it to upstate New York one day!
Refrigerator magnets as gifts.
Vivid memories and hundreds of pictures.
And, about that whole eternal life thing…On our final night in Athens, G and I walked the Plaka and I noticed a copper necklace with a medallion bearing an intricate design. As I admired it, the vendor shared that it was a symbol for eternal life. My son told her I was buying it, even without the added origin story. He was right.