Milk, Milk, Milk

Our first few days have been better than I imagined.  We are all moving slow due to the high altitude, but we are moving none the less.  Will has not gotten sick!  What an answered prayer.  Bleu threw up a few times last night, but I think it was a bug from home. 

 No one else has been sick, even after eating lunch at a dirt floor restaurant in the village where our whole families meal cost 6$.  

                                The farm is very tranquil, which is what I was hoping for.  

Never spending much time out of the city, everything here is so new to me.  

We have milked cows in the evening and the kids are facisnated by them.  

I learned to pasteurize the milk.  The first day, I threw the cream that you see above away in the compost bin(it looked like curdled milk to me).  Erma almost had a heart attack and informed me that it was the best part and in fact a delicacy on the farm .  This top layer forms after I boil the milk for 10 minutes and then leave it to sit overnight.  Then you take the cream and put it in a small bottle.  

We put cinnamon and sugar on it and spread it on bread, it is delicious.

The milk is delicious, but a lot of work!

Boys love to go get the baby cows to bring 

to their mama to start the milking process.

This baby cow loves Liam.  

Our walk to the stables to milk cows at 5:30 each evening.

Its only 1/4 mile and its beautiful.

We have had a lot of time to teach the boys and listen to them.  

I hope to grow all of our hearts closer together 

and the Lord will bring us closer to him, as we listen to

 his promptings in the quiet of our days.