Okay...so I was feeling adventurous and decided to ride a horse. In south France they have amazing wildlife and the best way to see it is on horseback. I was so nervous, but at the same time feeling brave. The ranch staff outfitted me with a helmet and we started moving. The horses are found wild in France, but ours were trained to follow each other. My horse was named "Pom Pom".
As we started out, the horse and I had a conversation...I explained to my French pony that I was a Southern girl, and Southern girls like to keep it slow. Unfortunately Pom Pom only spoke French. Just kidding...God bless him for being the slowest pony on the ranch. Pom Pom kept lagging behind the group, liked to stop to eat, and was very "slow go". Once the group leader yelled across the plain for Pom Pom to speed up. He started galloping and I let out a loud yell that would make Tarzan proud. But it was so much fun!
The terrain reminded me of the everglades. We stopped numerous times to see the wildlife. I've never seen so many flamingos...the excursion was well worth the effort. I would have taken photos, but I refused to let go of my horse...maybe next time:)
Too funny! I'm glad your French pony understands Southern. My French pony would have immediately begged me to get off of his back toute de suite!
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