We have planned to move at the end of this month and the first question we get from most anyone is: to where? Interesting to hear people’s understanding of moving implying moving in, as moving out is automatically included.
In our case, we are just moving out, which intrigue our friends and family to the point of frightening some of them. I can concede that moving entails a destination, unless one would create a perpetual movement...
OK, no worries, we are going to be embracing the Gypsy life only for a while, until we have a clear understanding to where we want or need to be. Our friends the Roms have been on the road since the 11th century; we will make it shorter, I promise!
I remember a trip through Spain in 1964. We were so tired that we parked the car along the road and slept for a short time during the early hours. A caravan of Gitanos went by, almost silent and respectful of our condition. The carriage was older than the first American’s wagons, with two enormous plain wood wheels of about 2 yards of diameters, covered with a rudimentary canvas to protect the travelers and an impressive hitching ox. No barking dogs! Once they were ahead of us, I felt in peace, as if we had connected our souls for a moment.
Today, I would opt for an old VW camper, preferably with a peace sticker at the back. I’ve never wore tie-dye shirts but I might try, just to complete my new image.