I milked those udders dry or udderly dry if you will

Sorry for not finishing yesterday´s post but it was getting pretty late down here. and now we continue the adventure and we can begin by explaining the title to this post. after we carried out all of our tasks given to us by the migration office, my mother and i went to the finca with my tia y tio. we arrived late in the night enough time for me to knock out a chapter of FOTR in the hammock before bed time. next morning i awake with mosquito bites all over but ready to begin the lazy day. after b fast my host mom threw me a pair of rubber boots and told me that it was time to milk the cow. as i said in my previous post i needed to make up for lost time and get as much farm experience as i can, so i took this mission with joy. we are walking over to the stable area and the cow is waiting there for me. the rancher comes up to me with this little wooden stool and sets it beside the cow and gives me some instructions in spanish that i of course nodded to and pretended to know what he was saying. so i sit myself down on the stool and i take hold of the udder and i begin to milk the cow. at this point i was starting to become giddy because this was a totally cool experience for me, and on top of that my host mom comes over to me and says that she was never able to do it, so now im feeling so good. so good in fact that when the rancher asked me if i would like to go i said absolutely not. now there was a downside to this experience, one time i got ahead of myself and i became reckless with my aim of the udders and suddenly i feel this sickly warm liquid on my arm and it was dripping down slowly. i realize that i shot myself with this purest form of milk. i shuddered quickly then proceeded with more caution of where i pointed the udders. soon my wrists became tired and i called out to the rancher that i was done. so he came over and sat in my place and took 2 to 3 squirts from the udder and then proclaimed that i milked her dry- hence the title.

next after that little unforgettable excursion i retreated to my domain of the hammock with my trusty FOTR and read. then it was lunch time which was delicious and we had this weird fruity thick drink and everyone at the table starts talking to me pointing at the drink. i said that it was good in an attempt to guess what they were asking of me, but then my mom tells me that it was the milk from this morning. i replied with facial expression of confusion and then she showed me with her hands that it was the milk that i drew from the cow. i was quite proud of myself and i finished my drink with dignity knowing that it came from my work. it was a very rewarding drink. and then i returned to my hammock. fastforward to the night. im chilling in a hammock and my host parents and tia are singing at the top of their lungs to the songs that are playing and then my tia throws up her arms and yells out BAILE!! dance!! and then soon im on my feet and my tia and mom are teaching me how to salsa and it continued like this late into the night. apparently im not to bad at it my host mom tells me that its because i have sangre latina (latino blood) so thats good. next day bfast then my mom tells me that i need pants and shoes and go out to the stable. it was time for another farm lesson: horseback riding. so i mount the horse and were going around the field the rancher giving me more instructions in spanish, again having no idea what he was saying. I only things i know about horseback riding come from my good friend C S Lewis: squeeze your legs as tight as you can and sit up straight, what i would have given to have a talking narnian horse, i wouldnt need to handle the reigns and it would tell me correct riding form. but all in all it was a good lesson and im looking forward to riding in the future. then more reading and resting and music. it was a fantastic weekend and i await more to come. well thats all for now until later adios