2009 Gypsy Feet.

What a Christmas! I hope Santa is having a nice long lie in just like we did this morning. He deserves it! It's amazing to think of the distance we've come since last Christmas - The Gypsy Feet was just a baby, I was in Scotland...

Here's to another year of amazing growth and adventures. Make sure to include journalling your adventures in your New Years resolutions. They're very important.

Don't forget to share those special moments with us:
wandering_shoes@live.com

"Adventure" is our middle name... seriously, both of us!

I'm thinking up a grand Gypsy Feet photo challenge right now.
If you have any ideas leave a comment on our Facebook page :)

"Life is only as good as the memories you make..."

I'm back!
Here's what happened:

We picnicked

We took our time

We sang in the car... a lot

We visited the Oregon Coast

We roasted hot dogs for dinner
We splashed in the Pacific Ocean
We became even more best friends

We had our 1st leisurely roadtrip together
We stopped in Astoria and became Goonies
We had our first camping trip/glamping trip

We stopped a billion times just because we could

We ate some free cheese at the Tillamook Cheese Factory

And that was all in ONE day!

AND Lover got accepted to school in California! The next adventure begins!

Last Tuesday is the day I'll think about whenever I think of summer '09.
Thank you Mr A.

Happy BirthWeek Jasmine!

This post is inspired by this post and dedicated to Jasi Love.

One summer day a couple of years ago I got a phone call from my friend Kirsten.
"Hey, do you want to go toe-fishing?"
"Um yes... what does that mean?"
"You know fishing like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn."
"No, not really."
"You do know! We tie fishing line around our toes and lie back on the dock and catch fish."
"Um. Ok."

We didn't have fishing line so we used wool.
We didn't have fish hooks so we used paperclips.
We didn't have bait so we used Ritz Crackers.

We didn't catch anything but we did laugh and laugh and the people watching us laughed too.
If we did by some miracle catch something I don't know what we would have done with it.

I don't even like fish.

The tale of The Friendship Shoes.

These shoes were meant to be the start of something specific. At least in my mind. They were bought together at the time The Gypsy Feet was born. I had visions of shared adventures and sisterhood being tied together by twin shoes (instead of Friendship bracelets) - or quadruplet shoes? It didn't quite work out that way. The shoes did motivate me to chase adventure instead of sitting about being glum due to a back injury that kept me from working and getting homesick but I was following adventure with another partner.

It was then a new pair of Friendship Shoes was adopted into the first months of The Gypsy Feet's life. Those ginormous man shoes. The shoes added a new side to him. When we first met socks and sandals were not an uncommon sight. Now he's mister flip flops, sideburns and adventure orientated...

Even though things changed pretty quickly and The Gypsy Feet didn't follow the life plan I set out for it. It's grown into something I'm proud of. It's a part of me. It motivates me to do things and to share and encourage others to be a part of life adventures. Whether or not they accept the challenge is up to them. I'm finding fulfillment in my surroundings even though I sit at the same chair every day.

I'm sitting in the same place but I'm going somewhere different.

Have an adventure this weekend. Share it with us: wandering_shoes@live.com Get involved!

Change is coming to The Gypsy Feet. I can feel it.

I believe!

oh, my Jesus sandals. Where to begin?

From the start of course! The first moment I slipped the ropes over my toes, life felt adventurous.

That was the moment when I knew my passion; I had to be on my feet wandering the world.

An Arizona oasis, Wyoming's mountains, Hawaiian Volcanoes, Utah's Red Rock, California beaches, Mexican jungles....

Nothing can hold me and my sandals back, we are out to see Earth together, one step at a time.

Next stop, the Oregon coast!

Kylee B,
Utah, U.S.A

oh the places you'll go...

Sometimes I'm surprised by my surroundings. 
I never really imagined that the landscape around me could be any different than what I grew up with. Scotland is beautiful and I've seen glimpses of it as I've been here in Washington or traveled in Oregon. Idaho is nothing like any place I'd ever been before though and on the opposite end of that is Arizona - two extremes way beyond my mental capacity to imagine without experiencing it for myself first.

In Scotland the landscape is spotted with ruins of ancient buildings - castles, crofts, homes. There's a real sense of history there. The heather covered hills. The only place I've been so far that I feel that same historic spirit is Utah. Those mountains. Breathtaking. A different kind of history.

A couple of evenings ago I was standing out on the deck watching the sun go down and I heard a familiar sound. Geese. It felt like home but at the same time it was so foreign. Geese fly over Scotland in Autumn and Winter. They migrate to Canada. I've never heard geese in summertime before. It made me long for home but it also helped me accept that this is home now too. 

I love this adventure.