Week 29- Gypsy soul

Week 29- Gypsy soul

The day when I bought tent was one of the happiest days EVER!

The cognition that I actually have A HOUSE, that is completely movable and weights 4 kilos fulfilled me with endless pleasure. Can you imagine?

My travel itch, love for big bags, backpacking, my precious tent and this lovely, colorful hummock, they all go to the same folder: GYPSY SOUL.

When me, my sister and a few closest friends saw the movie Queen of Gypsies (Tabot uhodit v nebo), we ran out of our minds. We have decided to make our own Gypsy tribe. It led us to many adventures……..we used to be hungry, thirsty, dirty, out of money, lost, but we didn’t give a damn about it. We have traded our comfort for the joy and dancing. At the end everything turned out well. And we had amazing time. Every single time.

I believe in dynamic balance, only. Like a bicycle. If you want to keep your balance, you must keep moving. (I should include bicycle in Gypsy soul folder, too).

And when life gets tricky pack your huge bag, or backpack, take your tent and your hummock, ride your bike or sit on a train. And go! Anywhere! Explore. Enjoy. Sit by the fire. Look at the stars. Feel the cool breeze on your skin.

Be the Gypsy. Like Lorka. Like Manu Chao. Like Shakira. Like my tribe and me. It is freakin’ awesome.

Week 28- Travel itch

Week 29- Travel itch

I wake up at quarter to 7, every morning. I have my cereals and my coffee, I watch the weather forecast, I get dressed, I make my hair (if possible) and put on my make up. And then I go. To my workplace, of course. Day after day. Month after month.

And I wake up with a same strange feeling that I am trapped, that something is missing, that my soul is crying inside of me. Yeeeeah, you know that feeling……

And then, one morning between cereals and weather forecast I spot Pavle’s toy, randomly dropped just somewhere…..glowing in the morning light. A small rubber globe! It is that moment……..and I knew that I have been suffering from………………………………………………

………….incurable travel itch! Ouch! The pleasure and the pain. Wish to run away, but to come back later. Desire to fly away, but to land at some safe, friendly spot.

Just a few more weeks, just a few more weeks, just a few more weeks……………………………………………………….

(More on a subject at Week 29- Gypsy soul; Stay tuned!)

And I came late to the work place. But I didn’t care. It is not a train, or a flight, it won’t go away. (If only it could.) Nobody told me anything. I just sat to my computer and played “Moon river”…….There’s such a lot of world to see…….

Just a few more weeks, just a few more weeks, just a few more weeks……………………………………………………….