No barbequed ponies!

Normally this is the time of year when I put together my list of impossible (yet still craved) birthday presents for the frustration of all those who pester me about what I want. Twenty-one was pretty sweet to me, what with the typewriter and impending "European adventure" trip amassed during the year, so I think I can forgive the lack of a Vespa this year.

Instead, if you could convert whatever you were going to send into traveller's checks or pounds or Euros or whatever, that'd be appreciated. Also, whoever's looking for something in particular as their trip-gained shiny: if you could let me know what I should watch for, that'd be lovely. I'd like to know how many British copies of Harry Potter I'm toting home.