My Life at the farms.

This year I have come to realize that not everyone knows how to ride a horse and that some people are very afraid of them. This made me start thinking about when I was learning how to horse back ride.

I have never done the whole helmet, pants, going around a circle, jumping fences horseback riding. I never saw a point to it really. The reason? I had two farms with horses to which I would go every weekend. In the farm there is a much bigger space to gallop, trot, to just make the horse go into his own pace.

When I was little, farms were my life and although now I live very far away my farms they are still a big part of me. Each of them has a part of my heart because of all the family moments and the times where it was just my brother, my sister and I, or with my cousins or just me spending time. Each of my farms has a different character, story and nature.

Andalucia is located in La Dorada, Caldas. It was named by my grandpa Ramiro and my grandma Alba after their trip to that region in Spain, each parcel has the name of a place in that region; Sevilla, Torremolino, Granada, Malaga, and so on. The house is simple with high ceilings, the walls are white and the floors have ceramic tiles. There is a nice outside area with big comfy chairs which have gotten smaller as I have grown up, my grandpa’s desk which he would sit on to take care of the ranching business “move 30 bulls from Almeria to Granada”, and three hammocks when I was little these were white purple and stripes; the purple was my grandpa’s he loved it that’s where he would take his naps. Now the purple one is no longer in service and has been replaced by another stripes one. There is also an outside area which has the best part of the house that I am sure my cousins would agree to, the pool. This title is slightly deceiving, no very deceiving, it is actually a large size Jacuzzi shaped well, when the water is really high the water will reach a normal adult to above the waist. No matter the children loved it and still do. Around the house is a beautiful garden that my grandma tended. This farm has a large extension, and many animals in full capacity it can hold around 600 young bulls. My grandpa made sure every one had a horse to ride on and a job to make no matter how old you were. In the break fast table I still remember him saying, “ Weo weo weo! Las faenas de hoy son asi…” It always mage me feel so especial.

La Candelaria is a milk farm right next to Madrid, Cundinamarca. In contrast with Andalucia this farm is in high altitude and has cold weather. Its real name is “Las pesebreras de la Candelaria” but no one actually calls it that. Although it is a milk farm the biggest part of its character is the apple orchard, hands down. They grow the best apples in the world and I have been spoiled rotten by them to the point that I wont eat any other because lets face it they are just not as good. The house used to be an old stable and has two silos, one on each side. My mom remodeled the stable to be a house but it kept a lot of the characteristics, and the silos were transformed into separate houses. The one on the farther end was my family and I lived for around a year. It has 3 levels, the ground level has a bathroom and a closet and one desk, the second level is a small round room with a bunk bed that has a pull out bed where my brother slept and the fireplace, the last floor was mi parents room, it has their bed and the sofa my dad made for my mom when they were newlyweds.


I am not done and I will probably revise it but I wanted to get something on here and this one is the one I have been working on for a while.