Carnival in Italy is very similar to Halloween in America. Parents dress their children in costumes and parade on the streets to celebrate; they don't drink alcohol half-naked like we do in Trinidad.
This post is a continuation of my experience shadowing a shepherd. After spending the morning
Like our boobs, all udders are different — and Vincenzo knows every single one of his sheeps'.
The deep, earthy, dirty scent of sheep is quite pungent yet bittersweet, reminding me of my late grandfather and his favourite place.
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