WE WERE STAYING IN PARIS AND I MET A GYPSY
It’s 3:30 AM in Paris. For most of the night, I wandered the streets with my best friend and a fellow American that we met named Peter. Drinks were flowing and I needed to end my night before the night ended me. We walked along the canal back to our hostel, the Peace & Love Hostel. Our room was a three person room and when we left that night, we had no roommates. It may have said it was a three person room but it was a TINY room with a three person bunk bed. I had already claimed the very top bunk because my friend shattered her leg awhile back and didn’t want to make the climb up.
A Gypsy Woman in Paris
I wouldn’t say we were stumbling back at 4 in the morning but we weren’t sober by any means. As my dad would say, you do know nothing good happens after 11PM. Ain’t that the truth. We make our way up to our room assuming we are alone. We are wrong.
Enter in the gypsy woman. I really don’t know what qualifies a person as a gypsy but that’s what we called her. She was a shorter black woman with a shaved head, can’t say if she was African or not because I have no idea what language she was muttering. The woman spoke no English and wore somewhat exotic clothing. Kind of like a potato sack. To me, it looked like what a gypsy woman would wear. She spoke and sang to herself in gibberish all throughout the night. Mind you, she checked in to the hostel at 4AM which I didn’t even think was a thing. The only bunk left was the very bottom one but she took it upon herself to lay out her dirty change all over my friend’s bed. My friend was eyeing me all sorts of confused.
I am an early riser and go to bed early. Me being me, I was beyond exhausted. Not only am I exhausted, I’m intoxicated and realize my chances of throwing up were increasing by the second. I realized this when I laid down and immediately got the spins. Needless to say, I was out within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.
And then she was gone…
As quickly as she came, she was gone. I woke up the next morning around 8, which wasn’t even a lot of sleep by any means, and she was gone with the wind! I couldn’t believe it. All I could say was, “Dude she came at 4AM and left before we even woke up? Who pays for a room for only 4 hours when she quite possibly didn’t even sleep.” She vanished without a trace. My friend then informed me that she kept her up all night with her crazy singing and voodoo like hand gestures. We asked the front desk about her since we didn’t think it was possible to check in that late. They said that she comes in all the time and stays just for those few hours. Just like she did that night. Gypsy woman… gone with the wind.