A friend of Giselle's (my roommate) has just returned from spending four years in Connecticut. His name is Tulio. He just bought a horse this week and his brother owns quite a few horses and cows. So yesterday we all went for a ride. It had been probably 14 or 15 years since I had been on a horse. I assumed it was like riding a bike; a much heavier, faster, uncontrollable type of bike. My first go at it a man who tends to the horses led me around the field. But then they saddled another horse (a pregnant one) and offered me to ride that one. Whoah!!! Without the help of the nice man, it was just me and the pregnant horse. Well she was bit hard headed (like me?!) and did not necessarily want to give heed to the reigns. She began to gallop and then we came to a small ditch. Without any warning she made a complete stop! Inertia pulled my body forward, but I was able to regain my skills as a cow-girl (oh wait I have never been a cowgirl...hmmmm). Anyway in a few minutes two other horses come by, so the pregnant horse and I begin to follow; again without any warning she commences to jump the next creek bed. Yes, I flew through the air over a 2 foot creek bed on the horse! Well, it seemed like I was in the air for at least 10 seconds but maybe it was not quite that long. Tulio said we could go riding whenever our schedules would permit, I look forward to riding again. As you see in the picture Giselle hanging on tightly for dear life with Tulio :)!!