Among other things that Mac gave me for our anniversary he gave me a Gypsy Wagon that he had made for me. It was so sweet it almost made me cry! You wonder why a Gypsy Wagon would cause that kind of reaction, well, I'll try to explain.
When I was a little, and not so little girl, and I was being naughty, or simply annoying my Mother, she would tell me that if I wasn't good the Gypsies would come and carry me off.
Flash forward to a 17 year old me and who do I meet? Mac, whose Grandfather was a "Gitano" which is the Spanish word for Gypsy! So my Mother's prophesy came true, although I don't think I was very bad. But a real, live, beautiful Gypsy came and carried me off! And now after 44 years he's made me a wagon to finish our journey in. I think that's pretty special.