When I was a little girl, I remember getting in trouble (a lot!) for petting stray animals on travels with my family - there were kittens in Greece, the fluffy white dog on the Annapurna trek who followed us for miles and miles and the monkey (named Mona Lisa!) in Bali who would steal our leftovers at breakfast π I wanted to take every single beast home with me! Imagine my delight when these friendly faces πΆπΆ came running up to me on a recent trip to Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni! One perk of being a grown up? I can pet all the strays I want π
After a long, long haul through western Wisconsin and an even longer haul though North Dakota we finally made it Montana and eventually the farm in Lewistown