Horsing around.

Across the street from our villa is a horse track. Literally across the street. We call it the Poney Club (which here is pronounced like Pony Cloob). It is not huge, but large enough to draw the whole village out on a Sunday afternoon. Sometimes they do regular horse racing and sometimes it is harness racing where they sit in these little bucket seats with their feet in stirrups out to the side and they race their chariots(?) around the track. This Sunday they did both.

The track isn't beaten in either. Slightly worn down grass, not dirt like in the states. Which is surprising because sometimes it's not horses, but go-karts. They love going “karTEEN” and for us it sounds like a gigantic swarm of killer bees is about to attack the house.

After contemplating the best way to watch it from the house and climbing on the roof to discover that a big tree blocks our view (Please note that we also could have learned this by looking out the bathroom window, but adventure is always more fun!) we sucked it up and decided we would pay the fee to watch it from "le hippodrome" like everyone else.

Good news! Il est gratuit! (free, free, free!)

Another funny occurrance, walking there a group of security guards was organizing themselves to take a group photo. The one guy saw I had a camera and gestured that I should take a photo. So I did. I announce obnoxiously, "un, deux, trois..." and they respond with "Cheeeeeese!" In unison. How appropriate. I like the guy on the far left the best. It's like I can read his mind.

Lesson #2 with my NEW camera. My timing isn't very good yet. Practice makes perfect! You'll see what I mean...if you click here.