La vie en France

Three days have now passed since our late arrival at Cavalus. Thus far our work has included fence-making and repair, feeding of horses and the cleaning of their stalls. Since you only feed the horses hay and grains, the cleaning of their stalls has not been as bad as one might think.
Today we took a hike in the afternoon with the Spanish wwoofer who is also staying here and whom we call "the Spaniard." This is because for the first two days we could not remember his name. Since learning his name we have gone from "The Spaniard" to a simplified version of "T.S." which lead us then to call him Elliot for literary reasons and then finally to his real name Harry (pronoinced with an accent as guttural eeh-ree). Anyway, he led us on a beautiful hike through two peaks of the Pyrenees. He has been here with this family for over two months so he knows a lot of the trails.
Aside from the hike we've been pretty bored here so far and with bad weather scheduled it seems like this might not change. Our funniest entertainment has been convincing a stray donkey to eeehhh aaawwwe. As if it's not funny enough that there is a stray donkey to begin with. Oh it should also be noted that our host's wife is a Marxist interpretive dancer of some sort. We can only hope for a lesson or demonstration at least.
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