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My grandma gave me this luggage label from one of her stays in Bora Bora 40 years ago. My grandparents loved Bora Bora, an island in French Polynesia.
And I love luggage labels. What a fun souvenir. My friends at Gwulo.com posted a great article yesterday about the history of luggage labels. If you are interested in reading the article, click here.
As for Bora Bora, the closest I ever got was Tahiti 22 years ago. It was my first flight across the Pacific (well, part of it) on my own. Not too shabby for an 18 year old. I spent three weeks in Papeete and Moorea as part of a French immersion program arranged by my high school French teacher and her niece in Tahiti.
By the time I flew back to Chicago, I could understand 80% of French conversations. And then the following year I dropped French after 8 years and picked up Mandarin.
C’est la vie.
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