Stories from my 14-month study abroad in Buenos Aires, my 16-month post-college move to Miami, and my get-me-the-hell-out-of-Miami move to Denver

Saturday, March 15, 2008

The Estancia

We went on our first big field-trip this past Thursday. After we took the placement test we had an end of orientation party at an Estancia, the Rodizio Campo, which is basically a HUGE country house with horses, llamas, etc. This place was AMAZING. We pulled in with our tour buses and were carried in horse-drawn carriages to the main building. There we had fresh empanadas and a slew of other tasty appetizers. Figuring that we weren't going to have our big meal until later, I owned those empanadas. It was quite the shock when we were immediately led inside the gorgeous restaurant for a true Parilla. Being the glutton that I am, I sucked it up and went on to consume a disgustingly large amount of food. They definitely do food right here.

After the dinner we were free to explore the place. They had horses to ride, bikes to cruise around on, and two big swimming pools to kick it by. We rode bikes all around this place, which is literally a HUGE ranch, and then I did something I thought I would never do again...ride a horse.

Few people know, but I'm terribly afraid of horses. Why you might ask. The answer, my friend, is because of an incident that happened when I was around 6 years old. Holly was absolutely obsessed with horses and convinced Mom and Dad to take us on a horse riding trip. Everyone got to ride their own horse, but I rode with Dad because I was too little. So, we're having a nice little walk through the countryside and then, out of nowhere, our horse spooks. Turns out, a dog from the barn got loose, ran up to our horse and startled it. All I remember is Dad wrapping his arm around me, grabbing the horse saddle thing, and holding on for both of our lives as the horse took off in a full-speed sprint. I believe I've mentally blocked out the rest of my memory from that day, but all I know is that, since then, horses have always scared me.

Anyways, I successfully rode a horse. I was too scared to make it move so I just sat there as it made about a 50 yard circle and then came back to the barn. Everyone else went to the other side of the pasture and back. I was content with my small circle. I was pretty terrified the entire time but I overcame the fear.

After horseback riding, if I can even call it that, we sat by the pool and soaked up the beautiful sun. I believe it's safe to say that it was by far, for everyone, the best experience yet.

Enjoy my personal snaps and the pictures on the Rodizio website.

ps- Holly, Lindsay, Mom or Dad, do you remember that horse incident?

Capital Federal, Buenos Aires, Argentina

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