My flight was to leave at 11:30 am Dec.24/16, Saturday. At 2am, Dec.23/16, Friday, I woke gasping for air. I was to find out later from the emerg doctor I had pneumonia. NONONONONONO Despite my hysterical explanation that I was going to Africa and I couldn’t possibly have pneumonia he stuck to his diagnosis.
By the time we started our lesson the light had softened and the paddock was quiet. Most of the grooms had gone home for the day so we groomed and tacked our own horses.
Some days we don’t have anything to do with the horses. It feels strange but I guess it is good to give your ass a rest once in a while. 🙂
India has always been on my radar in a love/fear kind of way. The intense poverty and filth vying with inspiring beauty and spiritualism has me in a travel checkmate. When you add recent headlines screaming that sexual assaults are skyrocketing in India, well you can see why even I might hesitate. Needless to say…
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“We’ve already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we’ve forgotten it.” ~ Yasmina Khadra, Swallows of Kabul I waited for the furor of the Charlie Hebdo massacre to die down before I wrote this post. Like everyone else, I was horrified and saddened by the…
Travelling Crone 