The hills are alive with the sound of cow bells

You know you are in Switzerland when you hear cowbells during your morning jog! Just like I did this morning. I didn't see the actual cows since there were too many treas in the way, so I wasn't quite sure that what I heard was actually really cow bells and not just part of the music in my ipod (I have a very obscure mix of music in my ipod, and always set it to 'shuffle' when I go running, so cow bells could possibly be part of one of the songs). It really was cow bells. I don't know what function the bells would have in this day and age; I mean, I assume that the cows are enclosed in a rather limited space. None the less, it was a nice sound to hear when you are jogging on a beautiful little forest path far away from noisy traffic. So I turned off my ipod for a while and just enjoyed the sound of the bells, trying to picture them walking there on the other side of the treas, probably followed by a milk maid with braided hair and apron. I enjoyed that moment. It made me feel like I was really in the countryside, not just a few hundred meters away from the nearest road. Then a fly flew straight into my mouth and the moment was gone. It actually didn't just fly into my mouth, it went straight down my throat before I had time to react. So, in other words, I swallowed a fly this morning. A small one, but still. This is what you get for jogging in the forest with your mouth open.