|Inside a gypsy caravan|
I have always been fascinated by gypsies and when my father told me that current day gypsies traveled around in limousines, this time I could prove that he was wrong.
I was traveling through Europe for my 21st birthday and while in Greece I found some gypsies on the street. These young girls were dressed in beautiful, vibrantly colored dresses. They wore scarves in their hair and earrings in their ears. They were tan and their feet were bare and their smiles spoke of a happiness that only freedom can bring. Even though I was solo traveling through Europe, I still wanted to be those young women. I wanted to listen to wild gypsy guitars, violins and accordions. I wanted to join their caravan. I took their picture and had physical proof to show my father that the gypsies I had imagined did in fact still exist.
I have lost that photo amongst all my moves, a photo that was taken almost 38 years ago, but the image still remains. I now travel in Minnie Minerva, my gypsy caravan, wear scarves in my hair and earrings in my ears. I weep at the sweetness of Jesse Cook when he plays his guitar and still dislike shoes on my feet.
And I still think my father was wrong about having gypsy blood in the family.