My Grandmother's Ranch

I have traveled to many places around the world but nothing compares to my grandmother's ranch. Her house is located in a small region call Acoria, a small piece of the Incas located 15 hours away from my house. This place has a very special place in my heart. The first time I went to her ranch, I was eight years old and so far it was the best summer vacation ever. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. The place was so quiet, and peaceful. This place is meaningful to me because it is part of my childhood and a country I really love. I consider my grandmother's ranch in Acoria my second home.

As I walk in through the door, my first perception was the aroma of her homemade cooking. The ranch had a big house; it was built in a Colonial Style. It had eight rooms, four bathrooms and a big kitchen which was my grandma's favorite room. This was also considered my cooking school. One afternoon I asked my grandma if she would teach to cook and to bake, she said yes without hesitation. Her kitchen has no modern appliances, the middle of the kitchen had and old oak table, this was no ordinary table. In her kitchen she taught me many recipes, such as how to make cheese and butter. She said that homemade butter it was easy and fun to make, with a simple recipe and a few ingredients. These ingredients are cream of cow milk, salt, with a jar and a whole lot of shaking until turns in to butter. By doing activities such cooking together, it brought me closer to my grandma.

Every morning after breakfast, from the living room window, I would admire the beauty of the mountains and exploring the forest and the beautiful river behind her garden. Around her house there were trees and flowers and behind the trees were animals such cows and horses. Her ranch was huge and full of vegetation and fruits that the people who helped my grandmother planted. It almost seemed like a picture from a postcard. The next morning, I woke up with an eager to ride a horse but did not know how. My grandmother taught me how to ride Rosita, a white horse with long beautiful and beautiful hair. . Every day after lunch time, I spent one hour riding my favorite white horse named Rosita. She allowed me to do all the things that I wanted to do and dreamed about. She was always willing to lend me a hand in anything that I needed.

My grandmother's house was always full of people. There was always someone over her house visiting whether it was family or friends. Her doors were always open to everyone. She was a nice person to everyone around her and she never asked for anything in return. She always had a smile that would brighten up anyone's day if it wasn't going to well. Every afternoon, she sat in the sundeck this is where she would drink her Mate de Coca (special Incas drink). The sundeck was a place for everyone to sit and relax in the warm sunny breeze. The sundeck had a very comfortable