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When I was a little girl of about 6, my mother dressed me up as a Gypsy for Halloween. I remember walking down our long, winding street in the multi-colored dress with bangles, ribbons in my hair and a necklace that wrapped around my neck at least three times and hung down to my little waist. That was the day I started believing in magic. I believed because those simple items transformed me. After that day, I felt connected with the free spirit that we associate with The Gypsy. For those few hours that we scurried around, I was a world traveler. I was a nomad with a caravan full of mystery.

Even when I took the clothes off, I never lost that little gypsy inside me. What is ironic though is that I have never left my hometown to live somewhere else. My inner gypsy keeps telling me we will, but my South Texas roots are strong.

That is why the trek to Oregon and Washington felt so freeing to me. I let my gypsy girl out to roam. And she took me to some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen. Continue reading →