Goats. Cheese. And the French Countryside.

Last weekend our friends took us to a goat farm. The kids loved meeting the baby goats and seeing how cheese is made the old fashioned way, by hand. It was a cold day and we even saw glimpses of snow.
Except...
Poor Liepa saw nothing, because she was taking a nap in the car. And as soon as I stepped into the barn, the intense smell of hay hit my nose and I couldn't breathe. Tears started flowing down my cheeks and I started coughing. What the heck!? Am I allergic to hay all of a sudden?! Have I become a real city girl?! I had to run out of there and spent the rest of the time in the car with Liepa. 
At least Dominykas had an eventful day. He even met a talking parrot. 
Sometimes things don't go according to plan, but I am really learning how to be in the moment and love every moment. Staying in the warm car wasn't such a bad plan B. 

*** Since I couldn't stay in the barn and take pictures of the lovely baby goats, half of the pictures are stolen from my friend. So thank you to her!