We got a bit distracted and rode bumper cars, huge slides, and played ring toss before finally arriving at the animals. We gave the woman in the entrance our tickets and went in. The smell of farm animals, wet hay, and manure hit me from the beginning. The baby goats, bunnies, sheep, and pigs called our names from afar. Some steps after I saw a sign that read "Milk Beathy" with a painted cow on the side of it. I grabbed Jessica by the arm and pulled her towards the sign. Karen, Beathy's owner told us to watch how she was doing it. "You gently pull her udder down, squeeze, and repeat got it?" I'm surprised that I was actually going through with this. I sat down and gently grabbed the cow's udders with both my hands. Beathy made a loud noise and I freaked out. "It's okay that's normal," Karen said. I began to move my hands slowly up and down. The metal bucket started to fill up with milk, so I moved my hands faster. After watching me Jessica wanted to try, and she got the hang of it faster than I did. When Jessica finished we thanked Karen and left the petting zoo. "I'm hungry, what should we eat?" I asked Jessica. "I really want to try a turkey leg," she replied. I looked for a turkey leg stand and we went to it. I order two and that took most of the tickets we had left. When they gave us our turkey legs I then knew why they cost so many tickets. It was bigger than my head and it had a napkin wrapped around the bottom …show more content…
She looked at me crazy "If we're going sunset ziplining why are we leaving so early?" " It's a two-hour drive and, I want to go to this Mexican restaurant that I've read about." Hesitant, she got up and got dressed. I drove South of Phoenix for thirty minutes until reading "Mercado Plaza Del Sol next right." I got off the highway, followed the directions, and found the place. It looked like a spacious, one-floor building, with bricks around it. That had Mercado Plaza Del Sol painted in red on the side where the cars parked. We walked in to see that it was like a small flea market. It had different stores and stands that were selling handmade leather bags, chanclas, home decorations, clothing, and jewelry. Jessica saw "Tortas Ahogadas Guadalajara" with a black arrow pointing to the left. I followed her and we walked into a medium-sized restaurant. The menu was seen straight from the entrance with a variety of dishes. We were waiting in line and I knew what I was going to order, but Jessica didn't. She looked at the menu the entire time we were standing in line. It was our turn to order "Me da una torta ahogada porfavor con un jarrito de pina," I said. "A mi me da tres tacos de pastor con el mismo jarrito que ella," Jessica finally decided. "Ustedes van a ser numero 193," the cashier said. She gave us our drinks and number and we sat down in a brown booth. They were calling