G is for Goat
In Winter of 2003 we went to Tunisia. And, in somewhere in our quest to see old Roman sites in a little car we rented, we ended up near Chemtou, hiking around to the old Roman marble quarry and met this shepard. And his goats and sheep. He was carrying this little baby goat.
I loved Tunisia. One of the best trips we've ever taken.
(FYS 2006, I'm working on it. In the craziness of buying and selling house, and all that jazz, life has been crazy. In fact I've hardly had time to knit or spin or anything.)