I have a confession to make.  I’m a travel-souvenir addict.  My addiction started a long time ago, on my family’s travels all over Australia, and has only increased in intensity over time.  I once collected post-cards of the places I had been, and sometimes key-rings.  That became too easy, so now I collect larger objects: things that remind me of the essence of the place I’ve visited (like my Henry VIII bear from the Tower of London, pictured above).  My addiction has morphed into a personal challenge to find the funniest, tackiest or coolest souvenir I can. Read the rest of this entry »