Jerez de la Frontera is famous for horses, wine and flamenco, and that day we missed only the flamenco.
My third day in Real Escuela started with three more lessons. As always with horses, everything is more difficult than it seems. So I’m in the process of a slow transition from being a passenger on a world-class, know-it-all, cruise-control horse to actually riding and improving my skills. Everything which was good (or “Super!” as Joaquín likes to says) yesterday is not good enough today.
Ok, the horse does Spanish walk, but it’s not enough as he doesn’t stretch his legs fully; ok, you are doing tempi changes (that’s cute), but the horse is not entirely collected; your horse should be straight and he is about 5 degrees to the left, and so on and so on. But this is how I like it – Try. Rethink. Repeat. This is how…
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