When I grow up I want to be a Gypsy

Good old’ Frank Sinatra sang, “Let’s take a boat to Bermuda/let’s take a plane to St. Paul/let’s get away from it all!”  I could not agree more as I believe that when you give in to travel you give into wanderlust.  Sometimes I simply just want to sit back and admire what Mother Nature made be it lying in my hammock or camping by the side of a lake.  Other times I crave a wild adventure  like zip lining through the Costa Rican forest canopy or braving the rapids down the mighty Colorado – both of which are on my bucket list.  To me travel can even be as simple as jumping on the light rail with Joey and heading into Old Sacramento to roam the wooden walkways and sample old-fashioned candies out of wooden barrels.

In other words, “Let’s leave our hut, dear/Get out of our rut, dear/Let’s get away from it all”.  That is what I have been telling Larry lately, that my heart is calling for the open road in whatever capacity we can afford.  When Larry asked me to marry him, I agreed with two conditions – he had to give me a sibling for Joey one way or another, and we had to travel at least every other year – preferably out of the country.  Well we’ve been married 4 1/2 years and thus far no sibling for Joey and we’ve only managed to make it out of the country once to beautiful Costa Azul in Mexico thanks to Mom and Pop and their 40th anniversary celebration.

Why is it that when these things are so important to me, to making my heart sing, that I don’t make more of an effort to achieve them?  The sibling thing we are making steps toward, looking to purchase a 4-bedroom house so that we can begin the process of fostering a child with the hope of adoption.  The travel – not so much.  I need to start tucking away our change from the grocery and setting aside a $100 here and a $100 there when we are paid.  Planning our trips whether it is a weekend of camping, a cruise in Alaska, or a plane ride to Australia to see the kangaroos.  I mean after all, until I figure out where we want to go, and what we want to do on our adventures how can I know how much time and money will be needed.  Simply put, I cannot.

When I was little and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up it was always the same response, “I want to be a gypsy or a bum (tramp)”.  They both seemed so exotic to me, traveling all over, and meeting new people.  I guess if I was asked the same question today my answer wouldn’t be all that different only now I’d want to be a gypsy that traveled with her family.  I want Joey to know of the world and all it has to offer.  I want him to be open to people of different cultures, different beliefs and although that could be achieved at home, I don’t think there is any comparison to actually being there wherever there may be.  I do not think anything can compare to tasting the local food, trying out a different language even if you butcher it, and making new friends all over the world.  I have come to realize that this is a gift that only Larry and I can give to Joey and to ourselves.  So on that note I am off to research our next adventure.


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