One of the lost posts! This one never made it past the draft stage before my trip to Morocco.
I was excited to buy leather bags for my sister, mom, and various loves of my life (Courtney, Tammy, King Wally), until Julia "I was a teenage buzzkill" told me that the cheap leather goods in Morocco are not actually that good of a deal -- they're tanned with goat urine and no amount of saddle soap will get rid of that funk.
I ended up buying ceramics, all of which survived the trip from Morocco to Germany. And almost all of which were smashed on the flight from Deutschland to Dallas.