Travel blog

Welcome to Europe, Gypsie

The first morning after seven months in Mexico and the USA, I woke up in my van somewhere on Montserrat Mountain. The word “gypsy” danced through my quiet mind, and I felt utterly at home, carried by Life’s Great Mystery and filled with the appetite for life that I happen to have in ample supply. 

A few days later, we camped by the Mediterranean, and I wrote a morning piece for a book project while sitting on a wall overlooking the sea. This piece is a lovely opening …