That sums it up right there. We’re on vacation so we have to find a petting zoo. DUH.
Seriously. Nuno’s 30th birthday? When I told him I’d take him anywhere he wanted to go? A petting zoo. On a farm in Middletown, Rhode Island. In late August. In a car with broken A/C and me 11wks pregnant and at the height of nausea, which was not helped by either the heat or the smell of goats. This is both to illustrate how much I love the man and how much he (platonically) loves goats.
(And other animals too, but mostly goats. He got to pet a skunk and was as giddy as your proverbial school girl. There were some actual school girls there and Nuno unabashedly cut them in line for skunk petting.)
Paulo’s favorite animal? The broken down train.