Horseback riding on the beach at sunset? Why, yes, please!
When presented with a fun idea, I rarely stop to think through the logistics. Such as, when was the last time I was on a horse? Ummmmm… maybe 35 years ago? What shape is my body in? Somewhat bruised and battered after a week of surfing. And the guide? Monolingual Spanish speaker. I tend to overrate my non-English language abilities. Something one might want to consider when engaging in a new activity with a large animal.
Nonetheless, it was fun. Our guide presented me with a very beautiful, very large horse. I petted it, hoping to create a bond before our ride. “Como te llama?” I asked our guide. “Mo.”
The guide then spoke to me very rapidly. I caught maybe every fifth or sixth word. I asked him to slow down, and he asked me, “Do you understand?” I paraphrased what I thought he said and he repeated that the most important thing was not to pull back hard on the reins. If I did that, Mo would rear, throwing me off him. I consider myself pretty solid, but I was no match for Mo.
I mounted Mo and we started off down the beach at a nice slow trot. Until the dogs gathered round, barking and baring their teeth. Seems like Mo isn’t really a fan of dogs. He took off at (what I considered) full speed down the beach.
As I bounced around in the saddle (one important piece of information that I did not understand from the guide was that I should squeeze my legs tightly around the horse in order not to fall off), Mo continued gaining speed.
Interior voice: Okay, Lori. Don’t be afraid. Don’t panic. Animals can smell panic. Calm down. Stay in the saddle. Don’t fall off. Be gentle with Mo. No rearing.
Exterior voice: Hey, Mo? Think we could slow down a bit? Just a little?
Interior voice: He’s not slowing down. Hm. Ah! Maybe he doesn’t speak English either. Let’s try in Spanish. Hm. I don’t know those words in Spanish. What do I know?
Exterior voice: Bueno, Mo. Bueno, bueno, bueno. Bajo, por favor?
Interior voice: That’s not the word for stop. How do you say stop? Maybe if I pull just slightly on the reins he’ll slow down. Oh, my, I’m high up here. I wonder how many bones I would break if I were tossed?
Exterior voice: Mas despacio, por favor. Bueno, Mo, bueno.
And he slowed down. And it was a lovely ride down the beach, at sunset, me and Mo.
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You are awesomesauce. 🙂
Why, thank you! First time I’ve heard that word and I love it!
You’re welcome. 🙂 I heard it the other day, and I’m afraid it is probably very 2010 or at least early 2011 as well as more frequently used in the younger set, if you will, but I liked it enough to start using it even if I didn’t qualify and it made me look like a pushing 40 teen wannabe. Ha.