…to get to the oracle, of course.
Greek livestock has a surprising predilection for human architectural feats; in Delphi, goats crossed the road with gumption. They stared down drivers better than most New Yorkers and romped around one of the most famous mountain slopes in human history.
A few minutes later, we walked into a local restaurant and ate fried goat cheese. It was an awkward moment.
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Check out my Delphi pictures here. Or view more philfiles posts about Greece and my bar trip.
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