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Gypsies claim no nation and are nomads who constantly move from place to place and only call one another home. I think I can understand this nomadic life. I have been experiencing something similar for over 10 months. It ages and tires anyone, and so has an effect on the body and mind. Girls get married and pregnant around 14 years old and guys don’t wait any later than their early 20’s to tie the knot. This is significantly different than most of Europe. I often wonder if the ‘gypsy’ inside will ever grow tame and silent?
This question saturates my thoughts lately with the trip’s end 
nearing. sometimes I hope for it, but I hope more for what it brings and ignites from within. The ‘gypsy’ within is considered reckless, impractical and foolish. I’ve heard more than those to describe what drives my reasons to do a trip like this. While off of ministry I climb the Transylvania foothills to find solitude and on top a pasture I watch the flocks of sheep grazing. Having an escape to wander and find a way without anyone’s supervision or opinion is a beautiful thing. Each hill that I climb leaves me wondering for what is beyond it.
nearing. sometimes I hope for it, but I hope more for what it brings and ignites from within. The ‘gypsy’ within is considered reckless, impractical and foolish. I’ve heard more than those to describe what drives my reasons to do a trip like this. While off of ministry I climb the Transylvania foothills to find solitude and on top a pasture I watch the flocks of sheep grazing. Having an escape to wander and find a way without anyone’s supervision or opinion is a beautiful thing. Each hill that I climb leaves me wondering for what is beyond it. 
When was the last time you’ve wondered in awe instead of wondered in angst? My God causes me to wonder. I think many have either lost the wonder in God, or never thought it an important aspect of a relationship with Him. It’s been said that ‘we cease to wonder at what we understand’. Maybe we understand God then absolutely? I admittably do not. Whether it sounds cheesy or not, I feel exquisite when I’m set to wonder about Him. I feel loved that God would care to give me joy at the mere sense of wonder. It’s connected closely with the untamed spirit that awakens me and fills me with life. Not always predictable or safe, but always sure. Because the source is unfeigned and light.
It’s true that I’ve grown tired of sleeping every night in a sleeping bag in someone else’s house, using someone else’s kitchen, and wearing the same shirt and pants a few consequitive times before being washed. To name a few. But what I said in Nicaragua I still say now: “Prefiero que yo sea una vaga sino que no me haga caso un llamado y viva pasiva para toda mi vida”.
*I rather I be a vagabond than ignore a call and live passively for all of my life.*
