I wasn't sure if I'd get everyone up by the 7 am call time, but we all made it out of our rooms with a respectable degree of enthusiasm. There were about a dozen intrepid souls that left the tranquility of the lodge to prepare and enjoy breakfast on the farm. We climbed into the back of a dusty pickup truck onto a series of benches, and took a very bumpy ride to the small farm owned by our lodge. It was time to get to work.
We started by milking the cow. We took turns, producing an amazingly small quantity of milk. (Yes, even this farm girl, who didn't grow up on a dairy farm, had to work at at.)
After taking our turns in the kitchen at making and frying tortillas, we sat at picnic tables in the next room and were served a gorgeous breakfast of eggs, tortillas, and rice and beans. This was the hardest I worked for any meal on the trip, but it was hands-down my favourite!