Alps in France

I am in the Alps in France in the fall. I have thought every single day since I have gotten here that this cannot be my life.

The bad: I smell like old milk, all the time, I'm always tired, I rarely shower, my feet are always cold, everyone speaks French to me all the time, I have man hands, I think I have a cavity, I really wish I could talk to Kari and Nina, I have to wake up early and there is never a single day off.

The good: I can milk a cow, I eat only organically, the sun, the rain, the fall colors, the mountains, hiking, chopping wood, the fresh air, the good water, everyone speaks French to me all the time, and pretty much just life in general.

That's all I have time for right now. I have to go build a pasture for some cows. Who knows if I will leave this place. Perhaps I will stay here until Thanksgiving when I return home.