This is my passport, which you probably already saw in my previous post. At least once in every country we visit it is being stamped at a post office.

Besides being a travel document it sort of functions as a diary as well. Ingrid duly notes every location with the corresponding date of visit.

In fact, it is already full. So she got me a new one. It looks super-professional, but I think I like the old one better.
It contains so many memories…