In another of those curious little coincidences, Adam and I have both received foreign currency from machines dispensing change lately. I received a Canadian five cent piece instead of a nickel, and Adam received a franc instead of a quarter. This would be fine with me if a Canadian nickel wasn't worth 2/3 of an American nickel. Not that the fractions of pennies matter so greatly to me...it's just the idea, you know? Sometimes, I still find francs in my change jar from the trip. They make me feel nostalgic and itchy for travel, but also glad I don't have to do division to calculate the cost of a coffee anymore. Then I realize that even if I had the chance to visit again, it wouldn't be the same adventure--and not just because they've got that Euro, and everything.