Anticipating my visit to a Roman history museum in rural Bosnia, honestly I was more interested in what kind of museum I would find than in the artifacts themselves. I can’t overemphasize how much this place is really in the middle of nowhere, but I think the haystacks by the museum sign say it all. (For the Romans, this was a handy stopping point on the way overland to Greece.)
In the little museum, I caught my breath to see my own name. On a Roman tombstone.
(Of course seeing the name “Katie” in Latin also reminds me of my favorite classicist Katie…)