Closing statement

Today we depart from Les Courmettes and I am going through a little bit of baby goat seperation anxiety. I had trouble falling asleep last night because I was distressed about leaving this heavenly alcove, otherwise known as a goat cheese farm. Despite the poop, fleas, ticks, and occasional batch of sour milk, it was an amazing experience.

I will close this chapter of my travel blog with my representation of the joys of goat culture that I have grown to love in the form of a whimsical illustration/watercolor painting.

I take comfort only in knowing that there are a few goats at the next farm.