Bronwyn and the boys and I headed out to Dougga for, wait for it, more Roman ruins. Because we just can't get enough. Dougga is about halfway between Tunis and Algeria. There was talk of me driving out by myself because the boys weren't feeling so hot the day before and after driving out with Bronwyn I can tell you, I would have had to do some serious pantomiming to find my way there. How would you act out, "Ancient Roman Ruins of Dougga"?
The drive was very lovely though. Rolling hills filled with fruit orchards. We stopped at a fruit stand and bought some pomegranites, oranges, pears, and grapefruits. Don't they look gorgeous?
The kid running the joint spoke a little English and seemed really proud to use it. He kept pointing out fruits and saying their English names.
Dougga is set up on a hill overlooking a valley and the site is quite large. It has a few temples and an amphitheater and lots of other buildings that I can only guess what they were. 7-Eleven, maybe?
It took over 2 hours to get out there and we only stayed for about 45 mintues because, Holy Roman Empire, it was COLD. So, so cold. And the wind. Oy, the wind! No wonder the Romans left the place. You fool yourself, living on the Mediterranean, into thinking that every day is sunshine and gentle breezes, so we just were not prepared for that kind of assault.
But hooray for my snuggle buddy.
Side note: Doesn't the Winds of Dougga sound like a great band name? From the 70s maybe? I'm picturing lots of hair and synthesizers.