So I have a new passion…riding horses. I’m not talking like walking ‘em around, I mean runnin’ those bad boys. Today we had our final Horseback Riding class. We went on a mile long trek around the mountains and through these paths. It was amazing. Once I finally figured out how to ride and not hurt myself (posture is crucial), it made everything easier and more enjoyable…naturally. haha, seriously, though, it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. Our "teacher/leader," Lelo, was riding the fastest horse, Moro. On our way back we had to go back up this big hill. Zonto, my horse, took off ahead of Lelo and Moro. Running what I thought was full speed, I was leading everyone up the hill. Then I look to my right and here comes Lelo racing by, slapping Moro on the back to make him go faster. He signals for me to do it, too, if I want, to catch up. I give him a swift slap and Yippee Cay Aye…apparently Zonto wasn’t running his fastest before, haha! It was amazing, and the mountains all around only made it better. Bridgette mentioned that she felt like we wer ein New Zealand or something. I couldn’t have agreed more…I felt like I was a Rider of Rohan following Shadowfax, the King of Horses (Lord of the Rings). If I’m able to have any land when I grow up I’m gettin a horse, and we’re gonna be tight friends.

And I just said when I grow up…haha, I’m 22 in 6 days. I know I’m still really young, but feels like I’m gettin old. I freakin graduate in May. From college! You kiddin’ me?!?

So I’m bout to ride into that BREEZE con mi amigo Zonto.

Ride. Fly. Catch it and take off…

stay strong. love.

-M@

 

And did ya look up "Pneuma"? Good stuff, right? Why can’t we get it right with our words like they did back then…