Rice Farm

Rice is served with every meal. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. I'm not bored yet, I'm actually quite obsessed with sticky rice. What I mean to say is that Thais eat a lot of rice, and there are a lot of rice fields. They are honestly beautiful, the bright greenery reminds me a lot of green fields in Wisconsin.

My incredible host mother (she'll be getting her own post soon) is always asking me about the similarities and differences between the US and Thailand. She asks if we have rice fields, and I almost said no until I remembered delicious wild rice from northern Wisconsin and Minnesota. I told her we do grow rice, but it is very different and showed her pictures of wild rice. Ever since, she makes sure that I witness every stage of growing rice on their 20 acre property.

One day she woke me up from an afternoon nap so that I could see the rice being harvested, which happens two or three times a year. In a community, one family owns a combine which is contracted out by local farmers. Every morning they load this bad boy up on a trailer and head out to a different rice field. Each combine's coloring is unique and matches its trailer. I love the bold colors.

I biked out and my host mother and sister rode the moped out to the field where my host father was standing by the combine trailer. He and some farmhands and neighbors were watching the harvest and hanging out.

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