title: Finding the Gypsy in Me  - Tales of an International House Sitter
author:  Teresa Roberts 
description: Teresa Roberts likes living on the edge of who she is while anticipating who she is becoming. She has reinvented herself more than once in life. From teacher/principal to world traveler and international house sitter to certified hypnotist, she simply loves being on a learning curve. Her first published book, Finding the Gypsy in Me - Tales of an International House Sitter, was written to appease the multitude of people who wanted to hear more about her adventures abroad. She hopes it is at once inspiring and practical. Teresa constantly seeks creative routes to freedom. She could be the poster girl for finding adventure at any age and on any income. Visit www.findingthegypsyinme.com
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  # Penelope's Postscripts
  
  
  
  
  
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  ### PENELOPE IN SWITZERLAND
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A DAY IN PESTALOZZI-TOWN
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Salemina and I were in Geneva. If you had ever travelled through
  
  
  
  
  
  Europe with a charming spinster who never sat down at a Continental
  
  
  
  
  
  table d'hote without being asked by an American vis-a-vis whether
  
  
  
  
  
  she were one of the P.'s of Salem, Massachusetts, you would
  
  
  
  
  
  understand why I call my friend Salemina. She doesn't mind it.
  
  
  
  
  
  She knows that I am simply jealous because I came from a vulgarly
  
  
  
  
  
  large tribe that