Bookmarks are my travelogue



Okay, that’s not completely true. Some are from places I haven’t been to yet.

It started when I was at university and still hadn’t discovered my travel-bug. My mom started traveling a lot and one time she brought back a bookmark for me. It was the one from Brazil, I think. On all of her subsequent journeys I asked her to bring me back a bookmark, and she did. I’ve always been a bit of a collector. I’m not a big picture-person, though. I rarely bring a camera on vacation. I don’t have to now because my boyfriend has a very fancy one. It takes great pictures and I have no patience for it. But the bookmarks remind me of all the amazing places I’ve been, and I actually have a use for them.

When I stopped being a poor student and was finally able to start traveling myself, I continued the bookmark tradition and now I cannot go to a different country without bringing back one. Ok, once I had to because I simply didn’t have time to find one. Admittedly, it’s occasionally been a bit of a stress factor for me, feeling that I need to find one no matter how many stores I have to visit. But I do think it’s worth it. Some are beautiful and hand-crafted locally. Others are standard cardboard with pictures of attractions. But that’s ok, as long as I have one from every place that I visit. A few don’t say where they were purchased, as for instance the one in the picture with the orange fox-like animal. That one is hand-painted and from Belize. I bought it from a very chill rastafarian dude. I’m sure I won’t forget that any time soon.

These ones below are all from the Americas. My mom gave me the ones from Brazil and Florida. The rest I brought back myself from trips to Peru, Argentina, Chile, Easter Island, Guatemala, Mexico, Belize, Galapagos (took forever to find ones there!) and California. I didn’t get one in Bolivia. I guess I’ll have to go back there some day.


These are from everywhere else. My mom brought home most of them, except the ones from China. I haven’t been a great many places in Asia and nowhere in Africa. That is, of course, just a matter of time. My favorite one is the giraffe, I think. I’ve had that for years and used it more than any of the others. Once I left it in a book that I’d put back on my shelves and I forgot about it. I woke up in the middle of the night, realizing that I didn’t know where my giraffe bookmark was and freaked right out. Thankfully I eventually found it. I guess I go a bit nutty about my collected treasures. Charlotte the Dragon.



This Summer we’re going to Northern Sweden and Norway. I wonder whether they’ll have bookmarks there. I hope they do. Maybe one with a moose or a whale or, even better, a wolverine! Yes, they better have one with a wolverine. I’ll let you know.




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2 thoughts on “Bookmarks are my travelogue

    1. Hej Sidsel, beklager svartiden! Hah ja, det er da nøjagtigt det samme bogmærke og det er ganske rigtigt fra Sydafrika. Hvor sjovt. Jeg går ud fra at det også er dit favoritmærke :D. Dit Peru-mærke er meget bedre end mit 🙁 Det var først i lufthavnen på vej hjem, at det lykkedes mig at finde et.