So On Wendesday mornings, this mobile bread maker sets up shop on the side of the road in a small French village called Arlos. About 20 mintues from where we live. He has a wood burning oven inside his little car/station wagon/truck (where picture is being taken). The dough is outside on a table rising. He just cuts of a big hunk off it and bakes it and Voila we have bread. We bought some croissants and raisin bread when we stopped by on our way to Alby with Alan. Nummy nummy

It has finally snowed, but the ski resort hasn´t opened yet. Angel went for a hike with Vicente and they took this picture.  

Our Kitchen one year and three months ago. 

This is our kitchen now. Can you see the changes. Find 10 things that are different in the pictures and the first.  

A drive to work. It snowed today, but doesn´t quite look like this yet. Soon, though. It is one of the most peaceful places on earth. It is one of the only places in the Valley where you actually get to see a sunset. Nothing like going to work every morning. Songs, like Dr. Zchivago, and Morning Has Broken, go through your head. 

Learning how to roof at the Yellow House. Summer 2004

Kaitlyn and Becky. September 2005. This was our little trip up to see the family when we realized that our car was leaking transmission fluid. That day I learned how to check the transmission fluid, that car dealers lie, and that we had an awesome insurance company. We got home around 2 am. and left for Spain 48 hrs. later.

The K. Carlson Family Reunion Camping Trip. Porter and Me. He wasn´t too happy to be with his Auntie, but we ended up making it through the 10 minute hike. 

¨The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco¨...... Mark Twain.

Another one of my favorite photos. 

A quick little 30 minute drive from home to Sant Bertrand de Comminges, great pastries, great views and a beautiful cathedral with an amazing organ.  

Such a beautiful morning....... 

Check it out. We have been telling you all for years about the bull with fire and running through the village streets trying not to get burnt, gorged or killed by it. Well we finally have a picture to share.

 

In the distance you can see the little village on the hill. When we are out collecting our fresh organic veggies you can hear the village Church Bell chime the hours. It is perfect. 

So here it is..... our little Garden. Next year it is going to be double the size with tons of corn.

 

So has anyone ever seen such a beautiful Snail Race Track. If you have I would love to see it.

 

One of my all time favorite photos.