I’m leaving Las Vegas, my husband told me, if I have to walk across the desert with a dog under each arm. Instead, we fled slowly uphill into the hot sunrise, two people and two dogs and a 1980 VW Westy, determined to gypsy around as much of the world as we can. We’ve learned as much from breaking-down as we have from traveling. We’ve visited some amazing communities where people are living and dancing and working in ways that give us hope. These are our stories.