Disclaimer: jankyness part 2 isn't really all that janky, but I'm going to pretend like it is so I can write an exciting blog post.
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Here's what happened: We arrived, they slapped us on a horse, and then, we were off! Let me just clarify to you that none of us are expertise riders, and some of us had never even ridden before. Grand. Nobody taught us how to ride, and there were no rules that we had to stay behind the instructor or that we could not trot/canter/gallop. So off we went, into the countryside!
While at first the majority of us kept things at a slower pace (aka walking) while occasionally feeling adventurous enough to nudge our horses into a bouncy trot, by the second hour we were all ready to blow the popsicle stand (as my dear father would say). And so we raced. Before long there were about five of us who were galloping along a dirt road, out of sight of the instructors, and with only a shrewd idea of where we were going. It was awesome.
And that's about all there is to it. No rules, no safety, no problem.
Straight up janky.
Congratulations to President Obama for being elected to another four years in office!
Feet pounding. Ball flying. Sweat dripping. Red cards flying. Fans screaming. Soccer.
"Traveling forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it."