Day Out :: Trotting

Out in Miramar, one can't help but be awed by the expanse of the land and the beauty of Mother Nature. There's so much richness and resources in this country. It's quite breathtaking.

The one thing I secretly wanted to do in Argentina is to ride a horse through the lands. I didn't think there's an opportunity to do so. When my hosts offered their horses for the morning to have a look-around, I couldn't resist saying yes with a wagonload of obvious enthusiasm. To their credit, my hosts didn't raise any eyebrows in wonder of my abilities to ride a horse. There would be a saddle anyway. And the stablehands sorted that out for me. Nice.

I've not met Argentine horses- the Criollo. They are serious workhorses, not known for speed, but famous for their endurance. I was quite excited to get up close and personal. I miss the smell of clean and groomed horses. The Criollo generally possess a good temperament and I didn't have to spend much time getting to know them. They were really friendly that morning. Apples work really well across all breeds.

There hasn't been much chance for any sort of outdoor workouts aside from stretches in the room. I'm quite iffy about getting into the swimming pools at the hotels. Now, out at the farmstead, all my bones were twitching to run and jump. This invitation to ride was more than timely. I wanted to ride without the saddle, but I wasn't about to tempt fate. There're only two horses in the world whom I'll rid the saddle and they're far far away in England. So I dutifully saddled up and went trotting around the vast perimeter of the estate. It's a huge property and it's a brilliant splendid day. As we rode along, the rest of the horses came alongside for a canter.