Not goats

Life is very strange. Here I am, sitting in a cafΓ© in Jerusalem late at night with a busted thumb, listening to the Be Good Tanyas on my headphones, going through hundreds of photos, well aware that I need to keep up with the digitalius. By which I mean the thousands of photos that might disappear into my computer forever if I don't show you now.

You'll just have to put up with me. The problem about traveling is that there is so much to write about, and much less time to write about it.

So then, with this problem in mind, maybe it's time to talk about sheep.

There are a lot of sheep in Turkey. We ran into big flocks of them at the Rainbow Gathering while we were there. They liked the area around our tent.



I believe that there are also a lot of sheep in Israel, but we haven't seen any yet.



Sheep need shepherds, because they are a little bit stupid. Not as stupid as lemmings, but not able to take care of themselves.



Jesus told stories about sheep.



Do you notice all the stones all over the ground? Turkey is covered in stones. It's really quite amazing. I guess the sheep just eat the grass that grows in between the stones.



And that's all that I have to say about sheep.