By Thursday, all of us were exhausted. We weren't tired, we had plenty of time to sleep. But our bodies were sore from continuous gripping and bending them around a metal pole. When we first arrived, we were complaining that the days need to be overflowing with pole training. But by Thursday, we were content that we only had a class or two instead of three or four. We were also lucky that our travel package came with an incredible massage in a tiny hut.
A few of the girls and I decided to take advantage of the free time to relax. We wandered through the fields, letting the dry grass cut our shins with little kisses. The air was still cold, but the sun was warm. We got lost a couple times, but eventually traveled our way across the fields to a winery. Happily, we sat ourselves and order a huge sampling of ALL the wine. We spent that afternoon enjoying each others company and having girl talk while drinking some of the best wine in the world. We talked about our love lives (or the absence of them). One of the girls was engage to be married. Another had a long term boyfriend. Then there were the couple of us who were single.
As one of the girls talked about her finance, my heart grew a little sad. I had once been married. I had once had a man. But then I remembered the unhappiness of my marriage and all the restless nights I spent crying. I let the wine sink in a little deeper allowed the sadness to disappear. True, I had no one waiting for me at home, but I was happy. And I was single. And, more than that, I was free. Great joy took the place of the sadness...and food took the place of alcohol.
On our way, we walked back more confidently than how we arrived since we now knew where we were going. But as we passed by a bunch of cows, goats and sheep, the troublemaker in me decided to cause trouble. We saw a huge cow hanging out by itself and decided to attempt to pet it. One of my friends decided to be adventurous with me. But as we approached the cow, the bigger it got and the scarier it's horns looked. The girls who stayed behind we calling out that what we were doing was definitely a bad idea.
We got a couple feet away from the cow and stopped. He suddenly didn't seem so friendly or cute. We realized he did have a loose rope around his ankle, but it didn't seem secure enough to hold him. We looked at each other and laughed nervously, then agreed to go back. We had satisfied enough of our adventurist desires and didn't really want to get run over by a cow.
The day was full and we were happy.