Sheep go to Die and we follow!

So the past few weeks we have just been hanging out as it has been very hot. I always lack the ability to do anything, let alone walking to the grocery store, when it is really hot outside. That is not to say that we haven't been doing things so I will catch you up.

To catch up we actually need to go back to June. In fact we must return to June 20th, Brook was still here and the three of us went to Die, France. Patrick and I had been to Die in October and I had been to Die in the winter so it was time to show Brook the wonderful town of Die. We went to see the Fete de Transhumance, where the sheep are herded through the town and then up the mountains, where I went snowshoeing to be precise, and you can walk with the sheep. We took the 6:50am bus to Die and got there around 8:30am. It took longer as it was Saturday and they go through a bunch of small towns. We stood around for about a half hour or so but soon the sheep made there way to the edge of town where we were waiting for them. Not only did the sheep come but so did a bunch of people. It was great to follow all of the sheep and there were so many of them. They were so cute and some had fun hair styles. All of them had different markings on them to, what I can assume, are sheep of different owners.

It wasn't so great to follow the sheep with a bunch of people acting like sheep, especially the families who insisted on holding hands through out the entire thing so you couldn't pass. It was as if they were a wall of sheep people who refused to let you pass unless you put your ankles and feet in danger of jumping into ditches or sheep hooves as to try to get around. Also, I had no idea just how much sheep went to the bathroom so walking a long in my flip flops was not the best choice on my part, but I didn't step in too much poop.

We followed the sheep up into the hills and then ate a little snack in a meadow with a local cup of beer. It was the ending to a perfect morning. We eventually made our way back to town to market and had lunch. After lunch we took Brook to Jaillance to taste Clariette de Die. It was a wonderful day in Die!

A few days later Brook left to go to the states. I still wish Brook was here with us just hanging out in France. Although, we will see her soon in Colorado. It makes me wish more people could have come to France for a visit. I am very happy to all those who did make it as it added that little something special to the whole experience. So, I guess you know what that means...we all must plan trips to France!! Yeah!

More to write about later, but I am off to enjoy some more cheese and wine. I have to get all that I can while here.

Ta ta,
Molly