04/05/2026
I bought a goat in Afghanistan.
Not as a souvenir. As a guest.
My ideas of animal welfare had to take backseat as we headed to buy a goat.
What followed was hours of fire, laughter, meat passed hand to hand, and tea I didn’t ask for but kept receiving. No agenda. No performance. Just people being generous with a stranger who showed up and stayed present.
That meal not only fed a family for month, it brought us together. I was no longer a tourist, I was one of them. The sense of community just became tangible.
This is why I travel.
