Update from Peyrenegre

So far, c'est bon. The work is light, the food is fresh, and the accommodation is less trailer and more bedroom with a bathroom and walk-in closet.

It's almost too comfortable, as I feel slightly uncomfortable walking around in my 1,5 euro work pants (we lucked out at a second hand market in Agen). The pair -- meant to be used, abused, and trashed at Kate Hill's -- have now become, despite the failed effort to remove grass and dirt stains, my go-to pants simply due to the addictive semi-elastic waistband (this trip, after all, is part food adventure). Either way, the pants will work just fine for our current job: scrape, sand, prime, and paint 13ft barn doors.

About the hosts, Kevin and Enid Wilson, both generous and active ex-pats from England. Kevin, a retired marketing professor, is about the friendliest old grump I've met. Harrumphing about, cane in hand, he offers many complements ("well done, kids") and coffee breaks over which he'll lecture us about the Vikings until Enid, a structured, sweet, retired primary school headmistress, walks in and tells him to stop.

That's about it for now. We've just really been able to connect to the internet, so more posts and Larissa's photos will come soon.