Spot the goats.
The Sounds of Syros
It is the clanking of goat bells that I miss the most, the sound that greeted me in the late afternoon when I wandered outside for a walk after the bubble of heat had deflated. On Syros the goats were everywhere, hugging the sides of matted knolls, melting into the remnants of abandoned houses, their earth tones blending into the landscape and the crumbling brick. Continue Reading