Jogging

This seems to happen to me a lot wherever I live.  I go out for an evening jog, and - as the villagers see me running - children group all around and run with me like I'm Muhammad Ali or something.  Tonight was no different.  The children and I ran through the dusty, chicken-lined lanes of the villages, while the men shouted, "Hey Misterrrrr," and the ladies sighed, "Astaga! Chimichanga!"

After the cheering and high-fives and celebration dance, I have very little energy to run any further.  Here is a picture of some goats.