Yup, you read that right. The Curly Vagabond tracks her travels not through trite “All I got was the crappy shirt” t-shirts, or “One Tequila, two Tequila, three Tequila, Floor” shot glasses, but with authentic badges of travel honor–the elusive Airline Barf Bag. These gems log in trips not just from Curly herself, but loved ones as well. Each pukey pouch tells its own story. Keep posted as the venues of vomit and adventures in upchuck increase.*