My Horse

This is my first horseback ride in a long time. Maybe forever. I can’t remember the last time I engaged in this activity, which is arguably well outside my comfort zone.

I am at the Kinnernet un-conference, about 100 km from Barcelona, in the middle of beautiful farmland and forest. I am staying at a hotel which is a horse-riding emporium. So I empor. 

I have a musical horse. 

Not what you’re thinking. 

His name is Beethoven. 

The instructor is reassuring. She teaches us how to kick the horse on his left size to get him to go right. I am all confused. I kick him gently on the right side. 

Nothing,  Beethoven has a mind of his own. He follows the other horses thinking to himself, “Why do I always get the morons?”