When I found out that Romania and Ukraine were on the I-squad race route, I felt a twinge of disappointment. I conjured up images of something like cold, snowy, grey, depressing Russia. I sensed a heaviness was coming…something I would have to grit my teeth and bear through. I didn’t take the time to research the places and so I let my expectations ride on what I saw in the movies. Well Hollywood and I have some misconceptions to clear up.

   In Ireland our team was told that we would be working with Gypsies. My thoughts immediately fell to one of my fave movies, Ever After. There is a part in the movie when the prince is running away from home. On his ride out, he runs into Leonardo DiVinci’s caravan which has just been robbed by a band of gypsies. The men are raiding the carriage and taking the nice plates, silver and trinkets. When they see the guard following the prince, they all scatter and run away. By now I’ve come to realize that movies exaggerate, dramatize and in some cases just get it wrong.

   I’ve been living the past five days in a small gypsy village called Viile Tecii (vee-ya tetch-ee). I’ll spare you the details about just how long it took us to get out here, but I will say it took us the first two days at least to recover from serious jetlag. Anywho. Six of us girls are staying in John & “Tootsie” Fracker’s house. John came to this village 8 years ago as a missionary with short-term teams. He eventually settled here and married a gypsy, Tootsie, and they now live here with their 2 year-old son, Holden. The Frackers have truly made us feel at home here. From where I’m sitting in their house, I have a pretty sweet view of the main road/highway that goes through the village. The houses are quaint, some look like they could fall apart with a really strong wind, and are painted with vibrant aquas, blues, yellows, or grey cement stone. The village is situated in a valley of grassy hills/mountains. I wish I could bottle up this place and keep it forever in my pocket. I love the green, the sunshine, the colors, the small town feel. When we drive out to the other villages for church or snacks, I feel like I’m driving through Montana and I’m back on the rez all over again. It makes my heart smile.
 
   (home church service)

   But there’s something more precious than the landscape in this village: the gypsy people. There are essentially two categories of gypsy: traditional/nomadic and the more modern/stationary. The traditional are what people tend to exaggerate in the movies. They travel in caravans going from place to place to try and pick berries, make a livelihood and provide for their families somehow. The gypsy culture is very family-oriented, they very much remind me of the Crow families I came to admire on the rez. The more modern gypsies, like we meet here in Viile Tecii, have homes with gardens, etc. Gypsies (traditional and modern) are considered the lowest on the todem pole, highly discriminated against. They are not even considered to be Romanian. I tell ya what though…the cute old men, the widows, the kids and their families that I’ve been establishing relationships with…they have big hearts, welcoming arms, and beauty in their eyes. I could care less which is traditional and which is not…my hands and heart are eager to reach out and serve them in whatever way I can.

   I am very excited about building relationships with the families here in Viile Tecii. I’m eager to find out which of my assumptions about gypsies are incorrect. I do recommend Ever After (it us a romantic cinderella story, don’t hate), but chew on this for a moment:

(as the prince and Danielle are feasting among the gypsy people)

Prince Henry: I have no desire to be king…to be so defined by your position. To never be seen as who you are, but what you are. You have no idea how insufferable that is.

Danielle: you might be surprised

Henry: Really?

Danielle: A gypsy, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They’re defined by their status just as your title defines you. Yet that is not who they are.