The Animal Issue

I was laying in my hammock this afternoon, and like all other afternoons at around 5pm my neighbor walks out of his house and begins rounding up his dozen or so goats that roam around the grass all day under my balcony.


Sometimes the baby goats get into the hotel and graze around there all afternoon- the guests love them, I think they're amazing, but the gardeners go crazy. I don't really blame them, they eat our flowers and baby-palms, but at least they keep the grass short!

On more than one occasion I've looked out of my office window and watched a gardener frantically chase a goat around in a circle. Yea, those moments make my day.

In other news I've now got a pet frog. His name is Herman. He's about the size of my fingernail and hangs out near my Christmas palm. I don't really know where he came from. Here you can see him chilling in his pool (aka, ketchup bowl). He's a good addition to Zadie, my baby gecko, who lives under my lonely planet and is in charge of mosquito control.