I leave New Zealand in 5 days.
People names are hard, and there are so many of them - it's ridiculous. But coming here, I don't just have to learn people names, I have to learn pony names.
When I was telling people about my internship in New Zealand, I would always say "a month" as though it is such a long time... A month is a remarkably short amount of time.
Today was day off #2. With the Holiday Riding Program over, and a few days of torrential rain, Sunday wasn't looking busy, so Stan offered me the day off. Sure, why not?
I hate to say it, and I hate to know it, but there is a definitive continuum of types of horse poops, good to bad.
It's decided. I think I have spent more time in the saddle in the past two days than the past two years combined. It's great.