Utta ate horse poo. Luckily she barfed it back up within seconds. Other than that minor incident, my birthday weekend at La Candelaria estancia was a perfect 10. The most childlike pee in your pants laughing kind of fun I've had in a long time. Drove two hours with friends Brad and Laura sat morning, arrived in time for a meaty lunch, then rode horses - galloped through the polo field and the foresty grounds of the estate, sipped mate by the fireplace, played Jenga (Brad taught us the word actually means to build in Swahili - one of many facinating facts shared of his years in the peace corps) Sunday morning went out again. Let's just say my "culo" aka hiney is more than a tad bit tender today. Galloping is thrilling. Trotting is just darn painful but I giggled and screeched with delight anyway. After horseys, we rode bikes and went on long walks with Utta. Introduced her to cows. Leisurely meals with homemade everything, asados and Malbec wine. Our first weekend out of the city in 5 months had us both wondering....what the hell took us so long? Rested and ready to take on the second half of this decade with verve.
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