The critter du jour on the island were by far the lizards. Turkish Geckos, we think, were rampant and agressively friendly across the board here. Our favorites were at our hotel, the top-notch Cala Soana, who incidentally went MAD for ice cream!? I dropped a bit of my Dove bar with dark cacao on the sands and they bolted up and battled for it!! Only occasionally looking up at us with chocolate smeared little dry lips, like "WHAT." We were delighted and mulled over laying down a sugar feast, but the thought of tiny lizard heart failure set us straight. Instead we gave them old cheese and videotaped the demise of the mound....Okay, okay...Did I mention it was fricking HOT there? Brain-meltingly hot?
The cloven ones, creepy and cuddly and slightly demonic as goats go, weighed on the sadder side, with their front and back legs tied together to prevent wall-jumpin' or boltin' or gettin' busy or basically, walkin' very much at'll. We nipped our rope-clipping urges, albeit barely. Home on fig and almond farms with old, dry, perfect walls snaking up the parched vistas and old, dry, perfect elderly crones toiling away as tourists zipped past on wobbly mopeds, as if on another dimensional plane altogether.
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