I Milked a Cow and I Liked It
Our cow was beautiful. She was Nicaraguan-born and Spanish. I don’t remember the name of the cow I had my hand in milking. I feel shame about that. In all fairness, our guide did tell us twice in Spanish and Michele wasn’t fluent at the time so I couldn’t catch it (you’ll meet Michele in the video. Can we say ‘hysterical’?)
I can’t even tell you why I wanted to milk a cow, but I think I have always wanted to. I had organized through a friend to do it in the spring outside Toronto, that would be two hours away and still worth the drive. But, then we find ourselves at an EcoLodge in Nicaragua (one I will never go to again… but that is a story for another day). Within thirty minutes of my morning coffee, I was looking at these big brown eyes and making a connection. I think we understood each other pretty well before we got down and personal. Mothers are like that. We get the challenges of it and it transcends species and language. That will make more sense after you watch. Enjoy!
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