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August 18—Because the gypsy caravan started out much later than usual going up the hills that took them apart from the rest of the world, the Wild-hair girl and her Fisherman were left to roam this earth of God in search of a place to spend the night.  While on their way up the big mountains and forest, soon the sun started its descend behind the horizon.  It was a slow change at the beginning; almost imperceptibly at first, but all too well letting them know that night was quickly approaching.  They needed to find a place.  

They stopped at several campgrounds, but just like Mary and Joseph did on that holy night long ago, they couldn’t find a place to spend the night… so they kept going up and up the mountains, driving on the curviest of roads way up the tops of beautiful mountains and roads above the serpentine river down below… until finally, night started to descend upon them. By now it was imperative to find a place… and they did.

Finally, a place was found, but it was sorts of a different gypsy camp, for it was a place where people and other gypsies just like them would bring their horses and horse trailers and carriages with them, and where beautiful horses were roaming around and eating from special containers made just for them…

They prepared their dinner and went inside their gypsy caravan to read and watch movies until they felt very sleepy and went to sleep…  

In the morning…  what a beautiful surprise they were bound for!  A lovely, summer morning and the bluest most clear skies welcomed them to their horse-camp, and one of the most spectacular places of all the places they had stayed in a long while; brimming as it was with all sorts of wildflowers and wildlife.   

Never had the Wild-hair girl seen so many different flowers in one same spot!  She made huge bouquets with them to bring home…

The forest seemed to gleam under gentle sunrays, while the tall flowers swayed back and forth under warm breezes.  It was such a beautiful, tranquil place.  And they were so happy to have found it!