On the way back down, we stopped at a shepard's outpost and bought some sheep cheese. To get there, you have to walk through his pastures aroung his pigs and cows and I must say that these animals are very, very big in person. None of them tried to stampede us, even though I'm pretty sure they would have if we made any wrong moves.
That night we parked the RV on the Spanish side of the border where there was an old train station. In it's hay day it was a magnificant structure serving as a major tranportation hub for the Pyrenees. Now this station is closed and there is only a tiny one-room cabin to serve the few passengers who still come through.
On Sunday, we decided to take a smaller hike seeing as how we were sore from the previous day. In the gorge carved out by a small mountain river, we saw people going 'canyoning,' where they go up and down the waterways of the mountains. We thought it looked hard, so we took a picture!
Then, this trail was beautiful, but the most interesting thing about it was the hiker's refuge that we found. It is a small but equiped cabin provided to any and all who may come across it in need of protection from the weather or just a place to sleep. There is a cabin like this every 6 hours of hiking along the Pyrenees Trail. I was amazed by how thick the walls were and the woodburning stove that people still use, and also the sack of potatoes on the wall left there as an emergency store of food. This cabin is always open just with signs asking people to leave it as clean as they found it and to shut the door on their way out. Amazingly, the place was clean and the door was shut. Aparently there are still people that can use the honor system reliably!
Now, I'm back on the coast and I have gone to visit the school where I will be working. It turns out that I'll have kids aged 7-12. I don't know a whole lot more than than, and I start next Friday after I'll have had my training session. That's it for now!
