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Friday, July 09, 2004

Horsey Ride!


Yesterday evening, Marc and I went for a sunset horse ride. Now, I've always been a fan of horses -- ever since I can remember, I've always been fascinated with them. I remember urging my father to take me horseback riding, and trying to get the horse to go faster. I remember getting annoyed that I couldn't ride the horse by myself, because I was "too young" to be riding alone.

Growing up, I didn't really have that many chances to ride. There would be the occasional trip to Tagaytay or Baguio, but it would be a miracle if there was anyone else who was willing to ride with me. So I had to settle for looking at the horses as we passed by the stables along the way.

So you can just imagine how much of a dream it was to get on a horse (by myself, yahoo!) last night and be able to walk, trot and gallop on her (my horse, Fortuna). I had the best time, and even though my butt hurts like hell, I can't wait till I can do that again.

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