Thursday, March 8, 2012
Road Babe Dispatch From A Saddle
I got a horse that loved to run. Of course, I didn’t know that until after we headed West and he got a chance to do it. His name was Orgullo (pride). Unfortunately, it’s one of the only Spanish words I can’t say properly. Instead, I called him Cassanova for all the butt-sniffing he got into.
Rodrigo observed me riding past screaming. So, the next time they were preparing to gallop he said, “Mittie, come to the front.” I wondered if I’d have to read the note out loud to the class. “You’re ready to gallop.” I must have had a stupefied look on my face, because he reassured me. “You did fine. You’re ready.” I wasn't nearly so sure.
Off we went. It was absolutely exhilarating. I wasn’t sure if I was laughing or screaming, but I was having a hell of a lot of fun. As a gorgeous rocky landscape sped by me, I decided that Rodrigo had the right idea. More experiences with fewer words … and this coming from a writer. Now, if only I could figure out how to properly pad my booty. Bike shorts? What?
Mittie Babette Roger is from Louisiana but lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. She received an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Naropa University and authored the book It's Better to Visit the Shaman Without Questions to Ask. She travels the world volunteering to help disadvantaged children and promoting Blue Iguana Tequila to empower serious drinkers.