Horses, Home, and High-flying

As per normal, life has sent lots of things my way. Thankfully, no car crashes to speak of.
I’ve ridden and arthritic horse through a guerilla warpath, gone home and come back, and have flown the skies in another way, via zip line/canopy tour.

Now, I'm not a natural born equestrian. I feel like I am pretty good at addressing my concerns, wants, and needs in my real life-and usually people respond. But, apparently horses don’t have the same consideration for me.
When I was a young girl, my family took a trip to Texas, where we went horseback riding. My horse was NOT listening to me. So my dad took over my horse on the path and I got on his. Well, it turns out that my horse was for little girls and his was for big men. My poor Texas horse (so said the guides) would probably have to be retired/made into glue, because it already had back problems, which weren’t ameliorated by my very strong father started riding it.
Fast-forward to 2009. I am in the capital for the swearing in party of the new volunteers, and decide to go up to a lake just north of the capital, because everyone raves about it. I go, I go horseback riding. While my experience wasn’t exactly traumatic as a child, I still didn’t feel incredibly comfortable on horseback. I definitely didn’t get any more comfortable when then gave me their version of “My little pony”, who didn’t even have young pony strength, but just looked like a pony, and was actually and arthritic old woman horse. So, fine, if we were on a flat path, but we were going through the mountains on an old guerilla warpath and my arthritic pony kept slipping on the rocks and up and down the mountains. She also refused to listen to me and I had to be rescued by my friend and the guide several times. Hours of sweating it out waiting to be crushed to death by my pony, I made it.

I also took an all too quick trip home for my aunt’s wedding. The whole family, the beach, the open bar, the surprise karaoke on the dance floor (DJ was taken aback), and being back home was a great feeling. Pictures included.

When I got home (El Sal), they lost my luggage. So, I had to stay near the capital and ended up going about an hour away to the mountains on a canopy tour- hanging hundreds of feet in the mountains on wires, fun times as well.

I have less than a year here (which Momma Hackett keeps pointing out), but it has FLOWN- I’m happy to be back with my kids/students, and happy to get back to work. I had such a wonderful time in the States though.

Also, the photo of me with a cocktail in my hand is a result of the hard work I did in the kitchen- I was caught on camera actually cooking instead of pouring cereal, which took it out of me.