As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Sunday, April 29, 2018
Woman and Horse Introduce Icelandic Sagas
This rider and her lovely Icelandic horse provide a brief intro to the
Icelandic sagas--who doesn't love a great story about family feuds,
revenge, love, fantastic adventures.
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