Thursday, January 19, 2012

St. Sara


Let's talk about Gypsies. They're so in these days what with My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on television and the movie Knuckle (think Brad Pitt in Snatch but not nearly as cute), and even I've talked about them some like this time, and this one, and here too what with The Husband being in with them and all (but it has been awhile since I've talked about The Gypsy hasn't it? That's because he's had a baby, and it's a girl, little baby girl gypsy, so that's why all has been quiet on The Gypsy front).

The thing is, I've always felt an affinity for Gypsies. Maybe it's because my father used to tell me that he found me as a baby on the doorstop after a band of Gypsies had left me there, or it could be because I share my name Sara with St. Sara,  the patron saint of the Gypsies (or maybe the Gypsies had already named me that and my dad just went with it... Mom, now is the time to come clean).

And isn't it a bit crazy that I've ended up in the South of France, the home of St. Sara? I think so too. The statue of St. Sara resides in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, and every year gypsies make a pilgrimage to it. I really want to go. That's it, I'm circling May 24th in my calendar so I can pilgrimage with my people.

And I'm going to let you in on a little secret... back at The Cousin's wedding (where there were Gypsies galore... they roll in packs you know), we were sitting in the church and The Husband pointed to a girl sitting in the row in front of us and told me that he almost married her.

HOLD UP. WHAT?

This is what went down...

It was about five years ago, and The Husband was staying with The Gypsy for a few days, they were having a drink when The Gypsy's father came up to The Husband and asked if they could talk. He took The Husband aside, told him that he was a good man, and would make a good husband, and to that effect, he knew of a nice young lady (gypsy lady) who needed one. The Husband thanked him for the offer of a bride but said no thank you. Luckily for me right.

So yeah, The Husband could have been the king of the gypsies.

And get this... because The Husband is super tight with them (obviously if they're throwing women at him), back when he moved to Dublin, he almost bought a caravan with them so he'd always have a place to stay back in France. Can you imagine?! I could have been Sara in Le Caravan instead of Sara in Le Petit Village.

Who would have thunk it? 

Not me.

Definitely not me.

bisou
 

22 comments:

  1. Love it! Isn't it funny that you can still find out things - big, important, interesting things - about your spouse years after you're married?

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  2. You could have been a gypsy mistress I guess?

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  3. Very interesting post here, I enjoyed reading! :)

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  4. You will be travelling by caravan on the 24th?!!!!

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  5. OMG! My mother used to tell me that I was a gypsy princess and that they found me! What is up with that? I wonder if French gypsies have the same culture as Spanish gypsies? hmmmmm...

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  6. I'm feel a Pinterest Caravan board coming soon . . .

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  7. You can rent gypsy caravans now - the wooden ones in some places now, either to travel with or static. Sounds like your spiritual type of holiday!

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  8. we'll do it. make the pilgrimage to see st sara. my calendar is marked. but i do want the husband to go with us. i'll just feel safer that way.
    a xo

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  9. @chickster: Don't giver her ideas! She's already gotten me sucked into Pinterest like it's the black hole of eye-candy.

    I think you and the Husband should *totally* rent a caravan and go crazy for a couple weeks this summer with the gypsies. I bet you'd have great stories to tell!

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  10. Gypsies fascinate me, on so many levels.
    Glad he didn't marry the gypsy lady though :-)

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  11. This had me laughing from beginning to end!! Ever since moving to Europe I have become fascinated by gypsies...my husband is Romanian so he is often part of many of my gypsy jokes.

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  12. I say go, go, go!! lol

    and a gypsy wedding on TV?? I wish I knew about that. I so would've tuned in. haha

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  13. HA!! Gypsies fascinate me. But I still like to imagine them looking like the gypsy, Esmeralda, from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

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  14. I hope you can spend more than one day in Ste Marie. There is music and dancing everywhere. Also ride a white Camargue horse amongst the flocks of flamingos in knee deep water. Watch thousands of swans fly in with the dawn light, etc, etc. There is the festival of Ste Marie and the festival of Ste Sara. I think it's two separate days, so don't miss the one you want. I want to go again.

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  15. Wow. I would have loved reading about your adventures with the Petit Caravan. But the Village is just as awesome. : )

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  16. Our stories are really similar. I'm also living in France because I came here for my boyfriend. Good thing we are living in Paris because I'm not a little village kind of girl :)

    http://lovelyprettyworld.blogspot.com/

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  17. It could have a been a big gypsy wedding dans le petit village!

    xxx

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  18. Are these coincidences or what?? Because it all sounds so awesome. Sara, queen of the gypsies! I think you should definitely pursue this. ;)

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  19. Do you know the blacksmithy in Robion where they sell - perhaps even build - lovely new gypsy caravans?
    A temptation, perhaps!

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  20. How did I miss that show "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding"?

    Somehow when I read your blog I feel like I am truly transported to some magical place...really!

    I really think you should write a novel of where you are....you know change names and all...it would be fascinating.

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  21. What an interesting post! Thank you for the sweet comment! xo

    http://dreamingenfrancais.blogspot.com/

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  22. Shut the front door. Love it!!!

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