Hitch

Hustling

I toyed with my last euro; fingering it nervously. I carefully browsed the supermarket isles. What could I afford? What did I need? No, stuff that! What did I want? Chocolate? Chips? A piece of Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago
Sail

Europe Bound

I perched on the bow watching Bermuda and the determination of my fate draw closer. The blues shifted from dark purple and bright ocean navies into the array of turquoises that are inexplicably unique to Read more…

By Bearfoot Gypsy, ago