Ok...not the kind of fantasy travel most dream of, more like wandering. No real agenda except to make it eventually from point A to point B.....eventually. This would be ideally facilitated by my large Morgan horse Max and it would involve a brightly painted yet well equipped vardo. Seriously, I am really in a fantasy here, I know, but when I was travelling with my Mom about 15 years ago, we saw something like this. We were hurtling down the highway, returning from Durango Colorado and ahead was a slow moving group of trucks. As we approached the last truck, I plotzed. It was decorated stem to stern as a Gypsy vardo....on wheels!
Hand carved woodwork!
Shingles!
Stained glass!
Bells on the eaves!
I was hooked. Done. I had the image permanently engraved in my mind and I have held this dream forever.
In the drivers-seat was a man of indeterminate age. He looked exotic in his tidy beard and feathered earrings. His mate was a plump woman with bright eyes who leaned forward as we passed to wave cheerfully. I was smitten. I wanted to be her. I wanted her house on wheels, I wanted her husband and I wanted there to be a cat in the little truck too.
My friend Christina and her husband Dore built a vardo, Calliope, recently. I am inspired by their pluck and one day....I promise you all...I will make this dream happen for me too!
I've actually always wanted to live in a tiny abode, I drew lotta rooms with things perfectly crammed in, and even now I'm in a room crammed w/random stuff. I purposely took the smaller room than my sister even though she has much less stuff. It drives me insane sometimes but I think its that feeling of having everything close to you and be able to travel with it gives this strange convenient content feeling, to be poor but surrounded by rich beautiful trinkets. Those wagon photos are amazing and I'm reminded of those wonderful children book illustrations of mice living in whimsical clutter within shoes or having acorn hats. :) cheers
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