I’m getting very sad because tomorrow I must leave my new world of horses and dogs and mud and three-hundred year old farm houses, endless green scenery, amazing food, wine and company, and head back to Cordoba. It’ll be like leaving my new country family. I don’t usually feel as though I’ll miss places as much I think I’ll miss this one, when I leave. *sniff
Still, it’s onwards and upwards because thanks to Estancia Los Potreros I have rediscovered some secret, hidden skills. Today was particularly exciting because not only did we all get to witness the most spectacular electric storm that lit up the sky like a laser show at three a.m, but when the day dawned I got to canter loads as we crossed fields and rocky mountain slopes around the estancia. We trotted over little streams with the sun beating down on us and a shiny dog called Trumpet following as fast as his little legs would carry him and yeah… did I mention I actually CANTERED on a horse? Wheeeeeeeee!!
Cantering was a small milestone that might seem like nothing to you, but to me it confirms the fact that I was indeed a skilled cowgirl in a past life with an exciting daily regime of frolicking amongst hay bales and saving members of the local community from being held at gunpoint by my arch nemesis, a handsome cowboy named Juan Buck, with whom I had a love/hate relationship that spanned the world between Argentina and America’s wild west.
I mean I’ve always had a suspicion that this is how I spent my days before becoming Becky Wicks from Watford, but after today I know for sure. I sat on rocks a lot with friendly gauchos in my past life, like I did today by this waterfall, resting my weary laurels and sipping tea with Daniel.
Daniel’s been riding horses since he was four or five years old, so you might say riding’s in his blood. This guy can hook a stick through a tiny dangling loop having approached it on horseback, at a gallop. Watching him ride and seeing the horses respond to him is a humbling experience to witness between man and animal, the kind you really have to see with your own eyes. Everyone here has an exceptionally special relationship with animals.
I was a great cowgirl with all manner of animals back in 1823, but somehow between that life and this one, I forgot, and I needed some time on horseback, some positive whooping and encouraging from the awesome guides here in order to remember. They really are very skilled. As I cantered across the fields following Daniel the Argentine gaucho, Heidi from Boston and Alex and Hannah from England I think it was obvious to us all that thanks to them and their trust in me, the skills from my last amazing life had returned and would never again be forgotten.
By the end of today I was even more confident than I was back in 1823, because I helped to herd the yearlings back into their enclosure. Juan Buck never let me help him herd the yearlings in case I got my skirts dirty, but the guides here don’t worry about things like that. I think we would have been friends in my last life. I also would have been friends with Haggis, who’s this dog here.
Ah, I’m going to miss everything about Estancia Los Potreros! I only hope my new skills transfer to my next life. Herding could be very useful.
Stay here! In this life, not the next. Book it up quick!