My back up plan has always been to run away to Mexico (even though I've never been). Instead of just running away to drink too much tequila and bask in the sunshine, I am now considering the life of a gypsy. Its the lifestyle for me. Constant traveling in my own brightly colored caravan (periwinkle-blue?). I can dress as wildly as I like - no more business casual by day. The opportunity to collect as many bright scarves and garish jewelry as I like. I can dust off my tarot deck to make money along the way. Anytime life gets sucky, I can just move along in my gypsy wagon. I can learn wild gypsy folkdances. I'll get an immense draught horse named Snapdragon and have him pull me on my way.
Okay so maybe very little of this is real gypsy lifestyle, but I'm okay with that. I can be a romanticized version of a gypsy. Just look at the possibilities:
And this would be Snapdragon:
All pictures shamelessly borrowed from Flickr. Here, here, and here. (There must be a way to add hyperlinks to pictures, but I haven't quite figured it out yet.)