Let’s face it. The Désalpe festival in St. Cergue is for tourists, or at least for expats. Between the scolding British mother extolling the virtues of sharing ones’ Haribo candy with ones’ little sister at 10:30AM, and the nerdy young American guy enthusiastically proclaiming that this was the very first time he’d been drunk at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, there was a lot of English spoken in St. Cergue last Saturday. Amidst the cows, the cheese, the wine and the log tossing, there was also a lot of local pride. Why shouldn’t there be? There is no better place in the world to be a cow than in Switzerland.