Here's something that living in Crete gives you a lot to think about: sheep and shepherds.
I'm pretty familiar with sheep - probably more so than the average American. In Virginia my husband raised a flock of sheep (among other animals) on our hobby farm; at its largest the flock numbered 13. I got a front row seat on everything sheep-related from feeding, birthing, pasture rotation - even butchering and sampling. (The mutton sausage was the best.)
What I wasn't familiar with before we lived in Crete was shepherds. In my neighbourhood there are a few full-on, old-school shepherds - long robe (usually blue), a crook, the works. Occasionally when I'm running I'll see a shepherd walking the dirt lanes among the agricultural fields near our house. He'll be checking on a flock penned in behind a fence, or walking along a road with a motley flock packed in behind him.Read More