The first time I came to Italy (approx. 2/3 years ago) one of my biggest regrets was that I didn’t find the site where there was horseback riding. As trivial as that may sound, I have had a love for horses since I could pull up my own pants. This time around I got right to the point with my family asking if there were any places I could ride near the area. Sadly they knew nothing of it. However, the first day of work, in the quick 5 minutes we had before piling the kids into the gym the tutors got to say what they got up to with their families over the first two days. I was over the moon when “stampede” told me that she’d gone riding because her family owned a farm. Naturally, I jumped right in and asked her if she’d be so kind as to put in a good word for me with her parents in hopes they’d let me ride too. It took over a week before I was able to convince her that this was something that I just had to do. It worked! On the last Thursday of work her parents came to pick us up to take us to the farm. I was smiling ear to ear the whole way! It was incredible to see these horses because they were well cared for and a mother had just had a calf not too long before and it wouldn’t leave her side. It was beautiful to see that (animal) maternal bond between mother and child. (I skyped with my mom that night). On a different note, I felt like I was reading a harlequin novel as I watched the father (who is a very attractive older man, kind eyes yet firm and in control) had to tame a horse that had gone wild. I am a very lucky girl. Riding was amazing. I’m certainly rusty but my horse was gentle and reinstilled my passion for riding.
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