Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd ain’t just about chillin’ with sheep. Nah, today was wild. So, I’m in Wintzenheim, right? This little gem in Alsace, France. You know, the kinda place where the streets have names like Rue de la Liberté and Rue du Général de Gaulle. Sounds fancy, huh?
So, I wake up, sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I head out to the fields, my flock in tow. But guess what? One of my sheep, Baa-bette (yeah, I name my sheep, don’t judge), decides to play Houdini. She bolts down Rue de l’Église like she’s in a race. I’m sprinting after her, yelling, “Baa-bette, come back!”
People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. I mean, who chases a sheep down the street? But hey, it’s Wintzenheim! You got the beautiful vineyards on one side and the Vosges mountains on the other. It’s picturesque, but I’m not here for a postcard moment. I’m here to wrangle my sheep!
Finally catch up to her near the Place de la Mairie. I’m outta breath, and she’s just munching on some grass like she owns the place. I’m like, “Really, Baa-bette? You had to make me look like a fool?”
Then, I’m walking back, and I see this little café, Le Café de la Paix. Smells amazing! I’m thinkin’ a croissant and coffee would hit the spot. So, I pop in, and the barista, this cool dude named Pierre, hooks me up. I’m sittin’ there, enjoying my pastry, when suddenly, this old lady starts yelling at some kids. They’re playing soccer, and she’s all, “You’ll break my window!” Classic Wintzenheim, right?
I’m chuckling to myself, but then I realize, wait, I gotta get back to my flock. So, I pay up and dash out. But not before Pierre gives me a wink and says, “Good luck with the sheep!” Like I need luck, right?
Back to the fields, and guess what? Baa-bette’s not alone anymore. The whole flock’s decided to take a stroll down Rue des Écoles. I’m like, “Seriously, guys? This is not a field trip!”
I’m running again, and I’m mad now. I’m yelling, “Get back here, you woolly troublemakers!” People are laughing, and I’m just a hot mess. But then, I see this little kid, maybe 5 or 6, and he’s giggling. He points at me and says, “Look, Mom! A shepherd!”
And just like that, my anger melts. I mean, how can you stay mad when a kid thinks you’re cool? So, I give him a little wave, and he waves back like I’m some kinda celebrity.
Finally, I manage to corral my flock back to the fields. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Wintzenheim’s got this charm, ya know? The cobblestone streets, the old buildings, the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
As the sun sets, I sit on a hill, watching my sheep graze. I think about the day. The craziness, the laughter, the little moments that make it all worth it. Wintzenheim, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another adventure in the life of a shepherd. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!