I was doing some errands in the morning with Manuel when suddenly, out of nowhere, a gypsy woman approached me. She wanted to show me some sheets and pots she was selling. I said, “Thank you, but I don’t need anything right now” and I continued walking. She grabbed my hand as I was leaving and insisted on reading it. I said, “Sorry, but I don’t want my future read, I prefer not to know” and I smiled gently…. but she wouldn’t let me go. “Give me some money and I tell you everything you need to know” she persisted. I started getting angry but I replied politely “No lady, I’m in a hurry and I have to go”
The gypsy released my hand and I started going away when I heard the woman saying “I’m gonna curse you”….WHYYYYYYYY??? Just because I said no?
I turned and I looked at her angrily…YOU ARE DOING WHAT? HOW DARE YOU!
Not far away was the gypsy queen together with some other women and she came closer as she heard our shouting.
They started talking in their language and making all kind of gestures…..I thought to myself “I’M SCREWED!!” but anyway I said “Hold your horses!! This is not fair, speak Spanish right now!” They stopped talking and the oldest woman asked me to explain my side of the story…..I was doing it when someone else came to us. Hey! She said “how are you doing? Remember me?”
I met this young girl on a bus some months ago while I was still living in Montevideo and we started talking all the way to my job, for an hour or so. That day she told me people never talk to them, some because of fear, others because of the way they dress and live, and the rest just because of the unknown. She was about getting married those days and I found very interesting everything about the ceremony. It was an enriching conversation for me……and now I know it was also good for her.
The oldest gypsy ordered the first woman to lift any kind of curse she could have cast on me, but she said she had cast no spell and smiled. I didn’t smile back to her but I did thank and say goodbye to the other gypsies.
Manuel? Well he was complaining about his sore hand…why?… all the time I was holding him so tight!!! POOR THING 😦
When the sun goes a little down I will go to the lake with the boat….if I don’t come back you will know the reason. THE GYPSY CURSE!! LOL
Oh My! I was truly scared…I think I still am.
Love and Kisses to all