Well, I had a lovely time last weekend running around in the Pyrenees mountains with my study abroad group. After exploring Romanic era churches, we headed off to the hotel to relax a bit. As we drove into the parking lot, I noticed an ancient looking bell tower across the street, and immediately decided to run over and check it out. While walking around the sleepy little town, I heard... well... sheep. They were quite noisy and coming from a very distinct direction, so over the river and through the wood I went looking for the source of the comical noises. I made it as far as the bridge and then stopped. From my view point, I was able to watch as a group of ranchers, from the community, called their sheep in to dinner, faithful dogs but their side and all! I began snapping some pictures (of the branches, not of them) to entertain myself (and have a decent excuse to sit there and watch them). After their work was finished, they began filing out of the sheep fold. The last man, wobbling a bit on a walking stick, to leave stopped, looked me up and down, and then said in a weather-worn voice, “so, you’re a tourist, eh?” haha... “yes”. “German?” ... “no” “interesting...” At that moment, his dog acme over and immediately pushed its head onto my leg. I got the message and began stroking its fur. “Ahh... she always spots the nice ones...” “What’s her name?” “Rubia”. Though “scratchy” might have been more appropriate, the dog and her owner were absolutely adorable. The weekend was relaxing, and the photos turned out awesome. Check it yo!
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