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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Monday, July 15, 2019
Riding Icelandics in Grand Gourmet Tour of France
Can you imaging riding Icelandics from vineyard to vineyard, from medieval town to medieval town, sipping wine and dining on exquisite French cuisine? Here's a video to help.
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