We will have lamb on a spit for dinner this evening. Both my beloved and I love it, and our favorite restaurant in Zagreb offers it most of the year. It is best the first three months, though. Coming from the island of Pag in the Adriatic, it is splendid. It simply dissolves in the mouth. And this will be our first this year. But I just saw a photograph of the pope with a white lamb on his shoulders. A short while ago, someone surprised him with one in an Italian church, and he did not complain. He just laughed aloud as he carried it around. The little lamb did not complain, either. Instead, it kept nodding and blinking. I can only hope it is not from the island of Pag, as well, let alone the one we are going to savor this very evening. God forbid!