And did you know that Gypsies (my Gypsies anyway) speak loudly? Well they do. And it sounds even louder when you’re in a teeny tiny space. They use outdoor voices, all the time.
Let’s see, what else… oh… you get rum poured into your coffee whether you want it or not. Mr Gypsy insists. And it’s not a little splash either, it’s like a glug (you have to be pretty quick to cover your coffee before that glug splashes in there). And then Mrs Gypsy yells at him, grabs the bottle and tries to hide it (not too many hiding places in a teeny tiny caravan though).
Oh, and the Winter 2011 Gypsy style (judging by the fact that all five girls were dressed pretty much identical) is cropped black leather jackets, long fitted sweaters, black leggings, and black boots. Oh and lots of gold too (always with the gold). Of course this was the day I was dressed in creams and browns with my camel coat and pearl earrings (I did the opposite of blend). But luckily, that glug of rum helped me not care.