Score! Today was a day of great lessons and outstanding shopping. What could be better? Oh yeah. Quiche for lunch. Our morning lessons were with Francisco. I worked on straightness in the canter and especially in the piaffe. I learned I needed to tap Zelo on the butt like I do my Lusitano at home,…
After breakfast the next morning, Morgado’s Commercial Manager (and self-avowed prince!), Henrique, loaded Anne from Australia, Meg and me into his car and we headed north to Óbidos. Since I am unable to phonetically spell out how the Portuguese say the name of this enchanting little village, I looked it up. Here ya go: ˈɔβiðuʃ….
True confession. I was lazy and didn’t write down what I learned in my lessons until later in the week. My mind is more like a sieve rather than a steel trap and if I don’t write it down, it’s gone. Meg, on the other hand, is young and can remember stuff. Be glad Meg…
Meg McGuire was determined to go to Portugal and when she found an amazing price on a non-stop from New York’s JFK to Lisbon, there was no need to twist my arm and the trip was ON! We just knew we could find cheap flights to JFK from our home airports of Atlanta and Memphis….
Maybe it’s the horses. Maybe it’s the history and the diversely beautiful landscape. And maybe it’s the wine. Come to think of it, that has a lot to do with Portugal’s lure. In a week, I’ll be flying across the Atlantic with my friend and photographer extraordinaire, Meg McGuire, to head to my favorite riding…